#gotta let it lie for right now and figure out what needs to change

[rafeandonlyrafe]

perfect wife

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, mating press, established relationship, marriage, housewife stuff? cooking and cleaning

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it’s not that you enjoy cleaning all the time, but you get in certain moods, when your energy level is high and you got enough sleep the night before, that you absolutely love to clean, especially satisfying deep cleans.

today happens to be one of those days, and ever since you woke up, smiling at the note that rafe left you on his pillow, wishing you a good morning and saying he regretted not being there with you upon waking up, but also couldn’t bear rousing you from your sleep when he had to leave for work. it makes your heart flutter to see it signed not by his name but rather ‘from, your husband.’

you’ve been married to rafe for two whole months now, and it feels like a fairytale, somehow even better than being his girlfriend. you feel like a truly good wife as you already scrubbed all the bathrooms spotless before 10 am, and are now working on the common areas before hopefully cleaning the bedroom before rafe gets home from work.

you hum along to the music you have playing throughout the house wide sound system as you wipe down dusty surfaces, taking care to clean all the little crevices that normally get missed. 

time flies and before you realize, your stomach starts to grumble as noon rolls by. you take a pause from your work, having just finished the living room, and move into the kitchen, deciding to make yourself some food before getting to cleaning.

you love to bake, but cooking is not your favorite thing, so you make yourself something simple before you get a spark of creativity, making a stew to simmer so it would be ready by the time rafe got home around dinner. you finish your meal, having disregarded it halfway through to make the stew. 

you clean the kitchen while stirring occasionally before it gets to the point that you can lower the temperature and walk away, now off to clean the bedroom. you grab rafes hamper, filled with clean clothes that he didn’t have time to put away last night, too busy kissing and cuddling with you in bed.

you dump them onto the freshly washed bedsheets, taking the time and care to crisply fold everything or hang up what went on hangers. you even spend some time organizing rafes closet. he kept it pretty clean already, but you wanted to make everything perfect.

you run downstairs to check your stew before continuing onto your closet, it being a much bigger mess than rafes. you have a terrible habit of trying on clothes, deciding its not want you want to wear for the day, and tossing it onto the floor instead of putting it properly away.

“baby!” you hear rafe shout just as you finish up. you quickly flatten your hands over the comforter on the bed, smoothing out any creases to make the room truly flawless before you rush down the stairs, greeting your husband with a kiss as your arms loop around his shoulders.

“something smells good.” rafe says, taking a sniff of the entryway, the smell of the stew having radiated throughout the whole house.

“i made you food.” you tell him, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, keeping your body close to his having missed him all day. “it should be ready in about 30 minutes, just enough time for you to shower.” you know rafes routine well enough, he liked to shower right when he got home from work, to wash the day away.

“you’re the most perfect wife ever.” rafe bends his head to press kisses to your neck, making you giggle when he focuses on your ticklish spot.

“go shower!” you shoo him away, wanting him to have the soup when it is nice and hot.

“love you, honey.” rafe kisses your cheek before heading up the stairs. you echo the words back to him before heading towards the kitchen to check on the stew, but pause when you hear rafe calling your name from your bedroom.

you rush up the stairs, worried that you maybe accidentally threw something out that was important or moved something and he didn’t know where it was.

“what is it rafey?” you question, eyes wide as you see him looking around the room.

“you cleaned all this while i was at work? and put away my laundry?” rafe questions, seeing that even the baseboards have been cleaned of the bit of dust that always collects on them.

you give a shrug. “i like cleaning for you.” “you know you don’t have to do all this baby.” rafe moves to wrap his arms around your waist. “i mean i appreciate it, but don’t feel like you’re required to now that we are married.” “i know.” you smile, cupping his jaw in your hands. “i seriously just wanted to.” “okay.” rafe nods, satisfied with your answer. he knows you get little bursts of cleaning, but doesn’t want you to get the wrong impression about your role, even if you do stay home while he is at work.

“go shower.” you press a kiss to rafes lips before leaving him in the bedroom, smirking to yourself knowing that he’s about to see that you cleaned the bathroom as well.

you return to the stovetop, stirring everything together before preparing the final touches, even setting out the perfect silverware for the occasion, choosing the dining room for such a meal rather than the island where you and rafe usually eat.

you jump when rafe enters the kitchen. he always moves so quietly through the house that it catches you off guard.

“god, if we weren’t already married i would propose to you all over again right now.” rafe wraps his arms around your waist as you work on ladling the stew into individual bowls, deciding to keep the rest in the pot on the stove for easy splitting up into tupperware later.

“i like making food for you.” you hum. “don’t expect it all the time though, i also love getting take out.”

rafe laughs and nods his head in agreement, you have a habit of ordering food at least two times a week, making it a tradition on fridays to watch an episode of tv while you eat in the living room.

“let me carry them in.” rafe stops you before you can carry the bowls yourself, picking them up and following you into the dining room.

you blow on your spoon to cool the stew as rafe begins to eat, commentating over and over how delicious it is, even going so far as to moan and roll his eyes back into his head, but when you take a bite you can’t help but admit that it’s very good.

“when we finish eating-” rafe says after a few minutes of silence, too engrossed in your meal. “i’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you.” “rafe!” you giggle at the sudden lewdness.

“i’m serious, baby. i need to after you did all this cleaning, put away my laundry and made me food? i need to put a baby in you immediately.” 

“well… hurry up and get back to eating.” you gesture to rafe. you talked about having kids after marriage, but this was the first time since your wedding that rafe brought up actually bringing them into the world.

you both rush through the rest of your meals, leaving the dishes on the table to be taken care of tomorrow as rafe sweeps you into his arms, carrying you up the stairs with ease. he sets you down on the bed, his lips connecting with yours as he works on taking off his pants, throwing them in the general direction of his hamper before pulling away to pull your shirt off over your head.

“i can’t fucking wait to see you all filled up with my kid.” rafe says, massaging your breasts through your bra, unable to keep his hands off of them, even to take off the fabric covering them.

“need that so bad, rafey.” you whimper. you’ve always wanted to be a mom, and it feels like the perfect time to make that dream a reality.

“gotta fuck you now, princess.” rafe says, quickly taking his shirt off, his cock already completely hard as he pulls his underwear down, clearly excited to put a baby into you.

you reach behind your back to take your bra off before sliding your leggings and underwear down in one go, needing rafe just as desperately as he needs you. you move up the bed, resting your head on the pillow as rafe moves to hover over you. 

“i would eat you out or finger you but i need this right now.” rafe says, reaching down to rub at your clit as his tip presses against your entrance.

“i need you right now too.” you tell him, letting out a moan as he pushes in, moving slowly to let you adjust. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, rafes chest heaving with deep breaths, trying to control himself.

“you can move.” you tell rafe after a minute. he doesn’t give even a second for your comment to sit before he is thrusting in and out, making your joint moans echo throughout the room.

rafe presses sloppy kisses against yours, lips vibrating together when you’re both unable to hold back your noises of pleasure. “feels so good.” you whimper, his thumb still rubbing against your clit, never stopping making you feel good.

“i know it does, princess.” rafe says. “you’re doing so good for me. gonna fill you up real good.” “you’re gonna be the best daddy.” you tell rafe, and its true, you know just from the way he treats you, how he straightened out and takes care of you, that he’s going to be an amazing dad.

“fuck-” rafe curses, somehow able to move faster, slamming in and out of you, annihilating your cunt with the ferocity he is thrusting into you at. rafe is grunting with the effort he is giving as you grip his shoulders tightly, sure to leave red marks from your nails come morning.

“gonna go fucking crazy, your pussy is so good.” rafe says, as if he hasn’t already gone crazy with the way he’s fucking into you.

“keep rubbing rafe, i’m close.” you moan, back arching off the bed as his thumb rubs over your clit easily due to your slick.

“cum for me princess.” rafe begs you, needing to feel your cunt squeeze around him. you’d never deny your husband as he rubs you to orgasm, entire body shaking as your high hits you, moaning wildly as rafes cock maintains its blistering pace.

as soon as your clit pulses underneath his finger and your back settles back against the bed, rafe moves, pulling out briefly to reposition you, slotting his hands underneath your knees and pushing your legs up and open, spreading your cunt wide for him before his cock reenters you.

he begins to thrust immediately, keeping up the aggressive, feral pace. you’re so sensitive from your orgasm but you can’t complain when you know he’s working to get his cum inside of you, to fill you up, to grow your family.

“gonna cum.” rafe warns briefly, his words slurred out, his eyes half lidded from the ecstasy of your cunt as he pushes in for a final time, shooting his cum as deep as he can, leaning forward and pressing you into the mattress, not even caring as your thighs burn from the stretch.

rafe grinds himself into you until there is nothing more to release, moving your legs back to a more comfortable position but keeping his dick buried deep inside of you.

rafe looks at you with a smile, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. “gotta make sure it takes.”

#i kind of hate this. #it just didnt turn out the way i wanted it to #idk #i hope yall like it i guess #i swear im not saying this just to like #have people tell me they like it #i am just not as happy as i could be but i think i need to start over completely #so we might see a similar concept in the future #gotta let it lie for right now and figure out what needs to change #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #obx smut #outer banks smut #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fic #rafe fic #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe fanfic #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron one shot

[farfaras]

Part 1.

Maybe if Steve acts casual Robin won’t even notice. She barely pays attention to him when she’s too busy rambling about her love life. Or lack there of. If Steve’s lucky, today is gonna be one of those days.

But Steve’s good luck probably ended the first time he took a look at a demogorgon.

“What is that?” Robin giggled. If she finds this amusing wait until she hears what actually happened.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. That only worked when I thought you were an actual idiot.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah well, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” Steve put on his family video vest and clocked in.

“What? I notice things!” Robin exclaimed when Steve made his way to the counter.

“Yeah, when you’re not too busy daydreaming about Vickie.”

“You’re changing the subject!”

“Objection!”

“Stop it!”

Steve sighed. How could you explain your friend sucked your neck to make your another friend jealous when you don’t even like said friend? Tricky.

Ugh. Robin was gonna make fun of him.

“You wouldn’t believe me.” Steve tried. It was a last resort to save himself from the embarrassment.

“Yeah, because I’ve never experienced anything out of the ordinary.” She raised an eyebrow. Steve knew she wouldn’t let it go. “When did you even go on a date, dingus? I don’t remember you telling me about it.”

“I didn’t go on a date.”

“Well then who did that?” She narrowed her eyes. “Ew! Are you in a friends with benefits situation?” She look scandalized and curious at the same time. “Because honestly Steve, I don’t think that’s your thing. I mean even if you try, it wouldn’t work out. You’re like an actual romantic. Wanting a serious relationship, yearning connection and all that shit. It would be cute if you weren’t kinda desperate sometimes.” Okay he had to cut her off if he wanted to keep his ego unbruised.

“Jesus! Okay! You don’t have to say it like I’m some loser who can’t get a girlfriend!” If he needed humbling he knew who to call now though.

“But you kind of are.”

“Do you want to know or not?” Even if he was embarrassed about the whole thing, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hoping Robin would give him some insight. Once she stopped making fun of him. “It was Eddie.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and… excitement? “Holy shit! It finally happened?” What is she talking about now? “I thought I would actually have to wait another year at least for you guys to figure it out.” There’s nothing that makes Steve feel more inadequate than when he doesn’t get what people are talking about. “I mean anyone who’s got eyes could see how much you two liked each other and it’s cute but I was getting tired of the pining..” she trailed off when she saw how silent Steve was. “Why aren’t you as excited as me?”

Pining? Like each other? Did Robin think..? Did Eddie?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He questioned. His mind was going through every interaction him and Eddie once had. Trying to analyze his own behavior to come up with an explanation as to why someone would think he likes Eddie.

“Oh god. I thought. Did you guys not like… get together?” She was hesitant. It felt like she was trying not to scare a wild animal.

“No.”

“I gotta stop running my mouth like that. I’m sorry.” She looked mortified and it would be funny if this was another situation. “But what? Why would he do that? I’m so lost here, Steve.”

Steve went through backstory first, then he started retelling the events of the other day. Including how he actually enjoyed himself a little. He might as well be a hundred percent transparent, she was his best friend after all.

“Robin, say something.” His best friend being silent was not something he was used to.

“I’m so confused.” She said.

“Me too.” His confusion was starting to fade. The answer right in front of his face.

“So you’re… not together? Even after that?”

“I don’t even like him like that!”

“But you said you liked it!”

“Who wouldn’t!”

“I wouldn’t! Steve, a boy giving me hickeys is one of my worst nightmares.” He knew that. He knew it meant something that he liked it. The question is if he’s ready to face what it means.

“I- I know, okay?”

“Steve, say the word and we’ll stop talking about this.” He loves his best friend. He doesn’t know what he’d do without her.

“No. I think I’m ready.” Steve muttered. Robin smiled gently at him and that was all the encouragement he needed to feel safe enough to say it out loud.

“I like him.”

They hugged.

-

��It kinda sucks that he doesn’t like me back though.”

Robin thunked her head on the counter.

#kinda rushed #don’t know if this is going anywhere #steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things 4 #ficlet #mer writes sometimes #platonic stobin #i want what they have #steve and robin #eddie pov next ?? perhaps ?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 19

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation, violence. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

“You like that one, darlin’?” Lee asks as you stand in the cap-sleeved gown with bows on the skirt.

You look down and shrug. All of the dresses are so petty but you just can’t choose. It’s not so much that there’s so many, it’s that pit growing ever deeper in your stomach. You aren’t ready to pick a white gown, not even close to ready to say what he wants; I do.

“I don’t know,” you breathe thinly.

He’s quiet for a moment, Grace smiling tensely between you. You stare at your reflection as you see her throat tighten. You feel worse for her. You haven’t made anything easy.

“Well, that’s alright, then,” Lee says at last, “we can always come back, can’t we?”

You nod and guiltily drop your head, letting your arms hang at your side. He hides it well but you know he’s disappointed. And you feel rotten. He did all this for you, thought it was a great surprise, and you just can’t appreciate it.

“Of course, we can make you another appointment,” Grace announces in her chipper tone, “hun, why don’t we get you out of this? You’ll have lots to think about. Many of our brides need that time to think.”

“Uh huh,” Lee hums, “we got time.”

You let Grace lead you away, refusing to look at Lee as you walk out, skirts clutched in your hands to keep them from dragging. In the dressing room, the attendant unbuttons you and helps you out of the heavy lengths of satin.

“It’s alright,” she comforts, “you’re not the first one to walk in here not knowing what they want. It’s a big decision, just like getting married.”

You nod as she hangs the dress.

“You know, sometimes you just gotta take it slow. A long engagement isn’t so bad,” she assures, “and sometimes you just need to talk to each to figure out what’s right.”

You know what she’s inferring. You can sense the judgment in her voice. She thinks you’re weak just like everyone else. Lee isn’t controlling you, he’s helping you. He loves you, that’s what he says, and he’s the only one who’s ever done without asking for anything in return.

“Thanks,” you murmur.

She lingers, as if waiting for more. When you give nothing, she leaves you. You finish changing and let yourself out. She’s just outside and leads you back up to the front desk. Lee waits with his jacket on as you pull yours up your shoulders.

“We’ll see you again soon,” Grace chimes.

You say nothing and follow Lee out. You cross the parking lot as he opens the door for you. You sit in the passenger seat and the door snaps. He gets in the driver’s and starts the engine. Not a word between you.

You gulp as you twiddle your fingers. You stare at the dashboard and finally find the courage to glance at him. He focuses on the road as his cheek strains.

“I’m sorry,” you eke out, “I… they were just all too pretty.”

“You know, blossom, we don’t got much time for you to be hemming and hawing,” his tone is harsh and unbending.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying… what one did you like?”

“It ain’t about what I like,” he huffs as he steers.

Another silence. Drawn out and stifling. You hug yourself, sinking into self-pity. You can’t help but let everyone down.

“You…” he begins, then swallows dryly, “you do wanna marry me, don’t ya, sweet thing?”

His voice is brittle but crisp. It’s the only time you’ve ever heard him sound vulnerable. It takes your breath away. You chew your lip and look at him. You won’t say you don’t know.

“Yes, of course I do,” you lie. You don’t want to lose him too. You realise now, you’ll have nothing left.

“Mmm,” he drones, “I don’t know if I believe ya.”

You wince. He’s upset. You don’t know what to do to make him happy. You don’t want him to be mad. You don’t want him to hate you.

“I’m not good enough for you,” you mope and hang your head. “I’m sorry, Lee, but that’s the truth. I… I’ll call my daddy and you won’t have to put up with me anymore–”

He skids to a stop. You lurch forward, the seat belt keeping you from hitting the dashboard as he veers onto the side of the road. You fall back, gasping as you grip your chest.

“Don’t you ever say that,” he shifts into park, “don’t you ever threaten me like that.”

“I– I wasn’t. Please, I just don’t want to be a burden–”

“No, you wanna make me feel bad. You wanna try to manipulate me,” he accuses, “that ain’t fair, darlin’, it ain’t. I been nothing but good to you.”

“You have, I know. I really wasn’t… I just wanna be good,” your eyes glisten as you pout at him, “tell me how to be good. How can I make you happy?”

He takes a breath and rolls his shoulders as he sits back. He lets his head tilt against the seat. He rubs his cheek as he closes his eyes.

“You just gotta be you. Be that sweet girl I fell for,” he reaches over blindly and takes your hand, playing with it, “remember what ya did before. While I was drivin’...”

You blink. He lets his head drift to the side and watches your throat as you swallow. You look away shy and bite your lip. You nod.

“Last night was special, wasn’t it?” He purrs, caressing your hand with his thumb.

Your cheeks tinge. Last night was all about you. He treated you so nice, he got you that lingerie, and he didn’t try to force anything. He didn’t ask. You owe him.

“You want me to do it again?” You ask.

He sighs, “I want you to want it.”

You flutter your lashes, “I do, sir, I swear… please…” you slip free of his grasp, “can I?”

His brow arches and his expression eases, “if you really wanna,” he reaches for the steering wheel again, “but you be nice to me,” he pops his fly open, “don’t want me losin’ control, do ya?”

You giggle, more embarrassed than giddy. You put the strap of the seat belt behind you and lean between the seats as he shifts back into gear. As you touch the front of his pants, you can’t help but wonder, was he talking about losing control of the car or himself?

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #drabble #series #au #the club #the devil all the time #nightlife

[fungifanart]

I’ll show you true terror

Characters: male!Yuu, Cater, Deuce, Trey, Riddle, Leona, Ruggie, Jade, Floyd, Azul, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Epel, Idia, Ortho, Malleus, Lilia, Jack is mentioned, but doesn’t say anything

cw: Blood, severe injury, death, decapitation

Word count: 2K

Notes: So, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m also into Twisted Wonderland now and the magicam monsters from the new event pissed me off so much that I figured “Why not traumatize them just a BIT more?”

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It’s honestly miraculous how everything is coming together so perfectly, given how little time they all had to prepare their own acts, but seeing it happen with your own eyes is truly an experience like no other.

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“P-please! I just wanted to take a picture! I’m not a ghost—“ You cry out as numerous hands drag you into the dirt, covering your mouth and eyes.

“Ssssshhhhh, don’t worry,” A certain red-headed skeleton says as you sink deeper into the earth, “We made this grave just for you. Now you can enjoy your eternal sleep with the others.”

You hear the sounds of screaming and retreating footsteps and take them as your cue to emerge from the ground, clothes covered in mud, “Ugh, I cannot wait for this to be over just so I can take a long, hot shower.”

“Getting tired already? Don’t forget that you’ve still got six other attractions to get to.” The blue-haired skeleton reminds you.

“Oh crap, you’re right!” You realize, “I need to change and get to the coliseum!” You say as you grab your change of clothes and sprint in the direction of the pirate attraction.

……………

“…Are we sure he’ll be okay?” Trey asks as your silhouette disappears.

“I say we have faith in him. I doubt he would’ve made the suggestion if he wasn’t confident he could pull it off.” Riddle assures the other man as the other dorm members come together.

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“I-I can’t move! What’s happening?!” You say from the shadows as a robotic replica of you stands frozen among the other magicam monsters.

“Guys, I seriously can’t feel my limbs at all! I-I can’t…feel…” You trail off as your robot double is reduced to sand in front of the rulebreakers and their eyes go wide in horror, sending them running towards the exit once they can move, but not before they can be confronted by your pirate beastman friend.

Afterwards, you stride out of the shadows, brushing the sand off your clothes to the sound of panicked, retreating footsteps.

You’re approached by Leona as you finish getting the sand off and are preparing to go to your next stop, “I gotta hand it to ya, Herbivore. You’re really outdoing yourself with this little stunt of yours.” He says while sounding mildly impressed.

“Heh, you haven’t seen the half of it!” You gleefully reply as you make your way out of the coliseum.

……………

Leona and Ruggie watch your retreating form from their place in the group.

“I’m still shocked that a bleeding heart like him was able to come up with such a sadistic plan,” Ruggie comments, “And, not gonna lie, I’m a little turned-on by it—“ His statement is cut off by a punch to the shoulder from Leona.

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“W-wait!” You beg as Floyd wraps tightly around you in his eel form, “I’ll never eat unadon again, just let me go—“ The lights go out and your body disappears before you can finish your sentence, leaving nothing, but a lone slime-covered selfie stick on the ground in front of the horrified rulebreakers.

You finish changing into a set of clothes that isn’t thoroughly coated in mer-eel slime as the screams get more faint from the distance.

“Honestly Floyd, did you really have to get it ALL over me? I’m on a tight schedule, you know!” You complain.

“Awww, but I rarely get to squeeze Shrimpy nowadays! I needed to relish it as much as I could!” Floyd whines while draping his arm over your shoulder.

“Fufufu, now now Floyd, I’m sure the Prefect will let you squeeze him as much as you want once this is over, but he needs to be off now.” Jade says to make him relent.

“Fiiiiiiine, but you better scare those magicam monsters good, y’hear?” Floyd says as you rush out of the room.

……………..

“Now why can’t he have this level of productivity and work ethic whenever he works at the Mostro Lounge?” Azul pouts.

“‘Cause this stuff is actually fun?” Floyd comments, earning a smack on the head from the shorter man.

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You use the frantic footsteps approaching yours and Kalim’s location as your cue to cry out, “N-NO! DON’T COME NEAR ME—AAAGH!!!” and push out a robotic replica of your bloody, mangled corpse onto the ground in front of the rulebreakers from the darkness of the forest, allowing your beloved werewolf to finish the job in sending them running far, far away.

Once the footsteps disappear, you emerge from the bushes to high five Kalim as Jamil and their dorm mates approach.

“Very impressive, you two. I’d almost thought the Prefect was actually being attacked by a legitimate werewolf with how thorough your acting was.” Jamil compliments.

“At this rate, the magicam monsters will be gone in time for the party!” Kalim says excitedly.

“Don’t get complacent, Kalim. We’re not outta the woods yet.” You warn, “Speaking of which, I need to get moving. See you guys later!” You wave as you start the trek to the mirror chamber.

………….

“He’s quite the evil mastermind when he wants to be, isn’t he?” Jamil wonders out loud.

“I wouldn’t say THAT, but he definitely gets this cunning gleam in his eyes when everything goes well. It’s amazing to see!” Kalim comments.

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“N-no…Vil…I trusted you…” You say after feigning having your life drained away and falling to the ground in clear view of the rulebreakers and their looks of terror.

“Ugh, I do so hate it when my meals refuse to shut up.” Vil says nonchalantly.

You get up after the next set of magicam monsters is out of sight and enlist Vil’s help in quickly cleaning off the fake blood from your neck.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I do not understand why you won’t join the drama club. You’re a natural!” Vil says enthusiastically.

“Oh hush. We both know the journalism club would be nothing without me.” You reply, “Now, is the blood gone? We’re getting down to the wire here!”

“Not a drop or mark left! You may depart with my blessing!” Vil concludes as you nod and leave for the library at practically a full sprint.

……………..

“Seeing Monsieur Trickster so energized for the task at hand is truly a rare and wonderful sight, indeed!” Rook comments.

“No kiddin’” Epel adds, “Even when he was describing his plan, it felt like I was looking at a completely different person.”

“I suppose that shows how strongly he feels about this whole affair.” Vil muses while recalling how the magicam monsters so rudely intruded on Ramshackle dorm.

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You cry out as the vines drag you into the darkness of the library and later wait with baited breath as one of the clearly disturbed rulebreakers tries to remove the head of the Pumpkin Knight. However, their looks of shock at the knight’s lack of a human head turn to sheer horror as a robotic replica of your own severed head falls out the bottom of the pumpkin mask they’d been holding.

You watch in satisfaction as Idia succeeds in scaring away the rulebreakers and offer some applause as the sound of footsteps fades away.

“Masterfully done, Sir Shroud!” You applaud, “You’ve truly spread the good word of Creepy Hollow this day!”

“Tch, not like I was gonna let a fake fan like that get away. Even if we didn’t have time to go all in.” Idia responds with a look of distaste.

“I really can’t thank you enough for skimping out on your own attraction to help me go through with mine.” You thank the fiery-haired man earnestly.

“Heehee, as long as you hold up your end of the bargain then consider us even.” Idia responds, “I know that I’d be itching for revenge if someone came barging into my dorm like that so I figured ‘Why not give the Prefect that chance?’”

“Ah crap! Speaking of, I need to get to Ramshackle! See you later!” You wave goodbye as you run out of the library to meet Malleus and the others at your dorm.

………….

“Are you quite sure you can call yourselves even, given how late you were up making all those replicas?” Ortho inquires.

“Heeheehee, staying up all night doing nothing, but building robots and programming holograms is a small price to pay for three weeks of one-on-one gaming time!” Idia proudly exclaims as his brother gives a defeated sigh.

————————————————————————

You sprint down the decrepit hallways of Ramshackle dorm with the magicam monsters, being very careful in ensuring that whatever exit you take, you’re the only one to make it out.

Once you’re outside, you take a deep breath before shouting “Wait, you’re—NO!!! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!! AAA—“ you cut yourself off and quickly find a bush to hide in as you watch the dreaded Long himself surround the rulebreakers with a ring of green fire while holding robotic replicas of your decapitated corpse in one hand and your severed head in the other.

You quickly jump out of your bush once you’re sure you won’t be seen by the fleeing rulebreakers so you can commend your draconic friends on their performance.

“Nice touch with the ring of fire, Lostie! I could almost feel it from all the way over there!” You compliment while motioning back to your hiding spot.

“Hmph, that fire was a mere glimpse of the rage I felt when they showed such brazen disrespect for their surroundings.” Malleus replies while gingerly setting down your robotic head and body, “Though I admit I’m still quite perturbed at handling such a striking replica to yourself in such a way while doing so.”

“Oh, come now. It’s all part of the act, so it’s hardly a cause for concern.” Lilia reassures him.

“Yeah, don’t you worry! I’m still in one piece so all is well!” You add, “But that’s enough chatting for me. I’ve gotta get to my final stop before the magicam monsters get any ideas!” You conclude with a villainous smirk before taking off towards Main Street.

……………

“I daresay we’ve seen a very interesting side to Ramshackle’s Prefect today. Wouldn’t you agree, Malleus?” Lilia comments after seeing you off.

“Indeed. Such brutal plans almost sounded foreign when they came out of his mouth.” Malleus muses.

————————————————————————

This is it. You’ve finally reached the climax of your revenge. Your carefully laid out plan has gone perfectly until this point with the help of the other dorms and now it’s up to you to drive it home!

Just as you’d planned, the seven groups of fleeing magicam monsters are converging on your position at Main Street, allowing you to leave them all in shock as you appear in front of them, safe and sound.

“D-didn’t he…?”

“He’s the one that was…”

“B-but does that mean—“

You hear the anxious whispers of the rulebreakers and barely manage to suppress your smile as you begin to speak, “Jeez, are you guys alright? You all look like…” You wait for the lights across Main Street to shut off before finishing your sentence, “you’ve seen a ghost.”

The split second of darkness and silence is interrupted by Grim and your ghost friends letting loose an enormous “BOO!!!” from behind the magicam monsters, sending them running and screaming towards the front gates of NRC while being hounded by different holograms of yourself, some covered in mud, some missing limbs, until it’s just you, Grim and the ghosts at the entrance, watching the rulebreakers make a beeline for the ferry off the island.

A beat of silence passes before you break out into cheers and celebration, high-fiving each other at finally expelling the magicam monsters.

You stop for a second to question whether you should be feeling this elated at the raw terror the rulebreakers were surely feeling, but then you remember how they broke into your dorm, committed all kinds of vandalism over the campus and almost ruined Grim’s first Halloween and you instantly feel better about your actions.

…………………….

The night ends with you and Grim laying down in bed after a nice shower and slowly drifting off to sleep as you recall when you where initially laying out your plan for the others the day before.

You smugly recall the dumbfounded looks on everyone’s faces as you concluded the outline of your plan, “Seeing the same person die in numerous horrible ways only for them to appear in front of you unharmed would be quite shocking, no?” You said with an evil glint in your eye.

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[munchmemes]

fall out boy lyrics, so much (for) stardust edition

❛  what would you trade the pain for?  ❜

❛  we were a hammer to the Statue of David.  ❜

❛  we were a painting you could never frame.  ❜

❛  you were the sunshine of my lifetime.  ❜

❛  i'd never go. i just want to be invited.  ❜

❛  every lover's got a little dagger in their hand.  ❜

❛  there's no way off the hamster wheel on this rat race.  ❜

❛  give up what you love before it does you in.  ❜

❛  no matter what they tell you, the future's up for grabs.  ❜

❛  is there a word for bad miracle?  ❜

❛  we could dance our tears away.  ❜

❛  it's open season on blue moods.  ❜

❛  i guess i'm getting older 'cause i'm less pissed.  ❜

❛  you put the 'fun' in dysfunction.  ❜

❛  hold me like a grudge.  ❜

❛  the world is always spinning and i can't keep up.  ❜

❛  part-time soulmate, full-time problem.  ❜

❛  i guess somehow we made it back with a few dreams of ours still in tact.  ❜

❛  i got no map to my own treasure.  ❜

❛  i thought i knew better, i thought it would get better.  ❜

❛  i figured somehow by now, i would have got it together.  ❜

❛  if you put your heart in it, then we'll do more than just get by together.  ❜

❛  i'll call you up and demand you have no fun without me.  ❜

❛  i make no plans and none can be broken.  ❜

❛  do you laugh about me whenever i leave? or do i just need more therapy?  ❜

❛  love is in the air, i just gotta figure out a window to break out.  ❜

❛  i didn't take the love when i had the chance but i swear i'm not sad anymore.  ❜

❛  we all started out as shiny dimes but we all got flipped too many times.  ❜

❛  we did it for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change.  ❜

❛  i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me.  ❜

❛  tell me, when the party ends, will you still love who i am?  ❜

❛  save your breath. half your life you've been hooked on death.  ❜

❛  be careful what you bottle up.  ❜

❛  i closed my eyes inside of your darkness and found your glow.  ❜

❛  shake things up and see what comes down.  ❜

❛  i got this doom and gloom in my mind but i feel all right.  ❜

❛  feeling so good right now 'til we crash and burn somehow.  ❜

❛  i know i've made mistakes but at least they were mine to make.  ❜

❛  all of my wildest dreams, they just end up with you and me.  ❜

❛  let's drive until the engine just gives out.  ❜

❛  i'll be whatever you need me to be.  ❜

❛  i cut myself down to whatever you need me to be.  ❜

❛  it's all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes.  ❜

❛  i take pleasure in the detail, you know? a quarter pounder with cheese. those are good. the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain. a moment where your laughter becomes a cackle.  ❜

❛  here i am, not sure you should take a chance.  ❜

❛  i like playing dumb, letting you figure me out.  ❜

❛  just another day spent hoping we don't fall apart.  ❜

❛  let's twist the knife again like we did last summer.  ❜

❛  i'm just trying to keep it together but it gets a little harder when it never gets better.  ❜

❛  late at night in my room, i lie awake and think of you and all your little dooms.  ❜

❛  last night, i dreamt i still knew you.  ❜

❛  i carved out a place in this world for two but it's empty without you.  ❜

❛  i've got all this love i've got to keep to myself.  ❜

❛  all this effort to make it look effortless.  ❜

❛  confront all the pain like a gift under the tree.  ❜

❛  oh please, i can't be who you need me to be.  ❜

❛  one day every candle's gotta run out of wax.  ❜

❛  time is luck and i wish ours overlapped more or for longer.  ❜

❛  but you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself.  ❜

❛  what is there between us, if not a little annihilation?  ❜

❛  i'm pretty sure as far as humans go, i am a hard pill to swallow.  ❜

❛  i spent ten years in a bit of a chemical haze and i miss the way that i felt.  ❜

❛  i felt you at the beginning but needed you at the end.  ❜

❛  stop me if you have heard this all before.  ❜

❛  oh, but you don't know me anymore.  ❜

❛  that's the way, the world, it used to be before our dreams starting bursting at the seams.  ❜

❛  we're out here and we're ready to livestream the apocalypse.  ❜

❛  the view's so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship.  ❜

❛  everything is lit except my serotonin.  ❜

❛  everything is lit but my lightning bolt brain.  ❜

❛  i just need someone to hold me even though you don't even know me.  ❜

❛  what a time to be alive.  ❜

❛  they say i should try meditation but i don't want to be with my own thoughts.  ❜

❛  when i said 'leave me alone' this isn't quite what i meant.  ❜

❛  bad news, what's left?  ❜

❛  i'm in a winter mood, dreaming of spring now.  ❜

❛  i feel like something that's been stretched out over and over again until i'm creased and i'm about to break down the middle.  ❜

❛  the stars are the same as ever but i don't have the guts to keep it together.  ❜

❛  life is just a game, maybe i'm stuck in a lonely loop.  ❜

❛  we thought we had it all.  ❜

❛  i need the sound of crowds or i can't fall asleep at night.  ❜

❛  i'm pretty positive my pain isn't cool enough.  ❜

❛  ache it till you make it.  ❜

❛  i think i've been going through it and i've been putting your name to it.  ❜

❛  i used to be a real go-getter. i used to think it'd all get better.  ❜

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[daughterofthereaper02]

If you’re still taking TGM requests: platonic group (mainly phoenix, rooster, and hangman) trying to take care of sick younger reader. A few lines from the internet for inspiration: “Put your arm around my- Or just fall on me, that works too." "As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily." "This is the third time I've had to put you back in the bed. Why the heck do you want to lie on the floor so bad?"

A/n: I have been thinking about this all day! I was ready to kick my feet in the air as I thought about it.

You stumbled into your place, coughing into your elbow. Jake held you steady, "Okay, little mouse, let's get you to the couch," he said, "Put your arm around my- or just fall on me, that works too" he chuckled as you lost your balance. Bradley and Natasha were closing the door and putting away the supplies they bought while Jake helped you. "Just gotta get you to the couch so we can figure out what to do," he told you.

You leaned heavily on him and he just scooped you up and put you on the couch. "Y/n, you really need more food in your place... Scratch that, you need more of everything," Bradley said as he noticed your empty cabinets. He felt like a mother hen at that moment, Mother Goose would have fit him well just like it did with his dad.

It was no secret that everyone babied you because you were the youngest, you were like their little sister and you often forgot to take care of yourself. What really was no secret was that Hangman, Phoenix, and Rooster, took care of you the most.

Natasha came over and took your temperature, "Jesus, Munchkin! You're burning up! You should have never tried to come into work, kiddo," she told you, shaking her head. She helped you up, "Let's get you changed, guys can you get the medicine ready?" She asked. You rolled your eyes, "I'm not completely helpless!" You said, your voice hoarse and it was obvious you were exhausted. "Says the one that nearly passed out during our briefing!" Bradley called.

Phoenix helped you get changed as you shivered, "I'm taking you out shopping when you're better. You have the bare minimum, kid. You're stationed here permanently, you need stuff," she sighed. You just waved your hand, "'M okay... I got what I need," you shrugged.

They gave you medicine and you fell asleep pretty quick after it, they left you alone in your room and you barely realized that you pulled the blanket and pillow off the bed to lay on the floor. You liked how cold the floor felt against your feverish skin and you fell into a deep sleep. Bradley checked on you and put you back into the bed, frowning at how you barely moved, normally you woke up at the slightest noise.

This happened another time and it was throwing them all for a loop. When they went in for a third time to check your temperature, Bradley groaned seeing you with no pillow or blanket this time. "This is the third time I've had to put you back in the bed. Why the heck do you want to lie on the floor so bad?" He asked, shaking his head. His heart softened as you clung to him, burying your face in his chest as you coughed a little. You were breathing through your mouth as you couldn't breathe through your nose, Jake and Nat secretly took pictures before grabbing the pillow and blanket. "Let's bring shortie to the couch," Bradley said, "She obviously can't be trusted," he joked.

They woke you up an hour later to have you eat and you looked a little more coherent than before. "You guys really don't have to stay and ruin your Friday night, I'll be okay," you said, trying to get up. Bradley kept you down, you tried to fight back but had no energy to, "As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily." he said, letting you up suddenly to help you to the kitchen for more food and medication. "You calling me weak, Bradshaw?" you murmured, leaning heavily on him. "Nope, that's why I'm considered. You had more energy when you had broken ribs. I want you better to have the firecracker version of you back," he said.

It was a rough time because your fever kept rising and you seemed to get worse before you got better but the three stuck with you the whole time. They just gave you plenty of soup, tea, and snuggles to keep you resting. After all, you were their little sibling.

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[saintsir4n]

SECOND CHANCE I

where brian challenges carson to race, but more than just respect is at stake. (Originally supposed to be an alt ending but now it’s a 2 fast 2 furious subplot)

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, VIOLENCE AND MORE

—

“No," Carson backed away from the blonde, who pulled away from his friend Roman.

“Sonny C’mon.”

She snapped, “Don’t call me that. You know what you’ve done. 2 years might’ve gone by but there isn’t a day that I don’t think about what happened. I mean — shit. Jesse’s dead. Half of my family… I don’t even know where they are right now. I had to leave KeKe so she didn’t get caught, Mia was fuckin’ broken by it. I raced outta there so they didn’t get questioned by your friends on the force.”

Her heart clenched when she saw his eyes softening. For months she has avoided him, but she wouldn’t be able to do it for long. Everyone in Miami Beach knew her, well, they knew her by her street name 'Barbie', she won every race she entered, and Suki almost always came second. She lived with the eccentric girl, who reminded her so much of Keelie. Tej was an older brother figure who warned her whenever Brian came about.

“You knew back then I quit," Brian tried, eyes darting from her face to her body.

So much about her had changed, no beaming smile, and there was no pink in sight apart from her car. Her hair was now in long flowing braids and she adorned all black. It suited her but he couldn't help but miss how old style.

“The damage was done. Now you and your old friend are helpin’ the cops out, right?” Her eyes drifted to the attractive dark-skinned man who had been checking her out. He was beautiful in her opinion, but Brian's looks still had her stumbling for words. His hair was shorter, and he seemed more confident, “This is why I told Suki I didn’t wanna see you," she stressed.

She wanted to be anywhere else but near him, cars were all around but most people were too distracted with the incoming race, which she no longer wanted to take part in.

“We run the same circles," Brian huffed, taking a step closer, but she took one back sending shards to his heart.

2 years and he still loved her.

“Oh cut the bullshit. This is a Job for you. But this -- this is my life, Brian.”

“I get it.”

“No, you don’t," Carson scoffed, folding her arms, and looking him up and down. “Besides why are you even talkin' to me? I saw you with that Latin chick.”

He rose a brow, and a grin threatened to break out on his face, “Did you?”

He glanced back at a chuckling Roman, who was hit by a newly arrived Suki.

“Don’t give me that look," Carson groaned, annoyed that he thought she was mad about it.

She was but he didn't need to know.

“What look?" Brian's teasing tone drove her crazy.

She glared, “Like I’m jealous or somethin'.”

“You sound it!" they heard Roman yell, gaining their attention.

Brian gestured for him to stop, “Not now Rome.”

Roman rasied his hands defensively after Carson flipped him off.

“Fuck the both of you," Carson snapped, rapidly shaking her head.

Roman shouted, “What did I do?!”

Suki rolled her eyes at the man before Tej motioned her away.

Brian sighed, “Sonny listen.”

“Stop callin' me that,” Emotions clung to her stern tone. She couldn't bear to see the guy who broke her heart, it was too much, “I don’t want to listen to anythin’ you’ve gotta say. Every time I believed you — everything you said to me was a fuckin’ lie. I bet you were laughin’ at me, probably thinkin' how dumb can she be?”

“I never laughed at you," Brian frowned as she hugged herself.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in a tight embrace, lay a kiss on her lips, and take her back to the houseboat he lived in, but she couldn't stomach the thought let alone, the sight of him.

“Even your name was a lie," she whispered to herself, averting glossy eyes, “Just stay away from me," she pleaded, “You know what I used to think? That when I was with you, everythin' was okay. That I felt safe. But now I realise everythin’ you touch turns to shit. So if you don’t mind, move away from my car, or I’ll run you over with it and won’t think twice.”

Brian bowed his head when she walked away and got in her car, ignoring Tej and Suki who thought she would be racing tonight.

Roman came over and patted his shoulders, “How are you gonna deal with Bilkins and Verone whilst tryna get back with her fine ass?”

Brian's head snapped up and shrugged him off, “Watch it."

“It’s not my fault you fucked up. I mean, you could’ve had it all man. Carson's fine, she can drive and everythin’, I’m surprised you could handle all of that,” Roman ceased his teasing when he saw the glare on the blonde's face. “Damn, haven't seen you this loved up since high school. What is she the one or somethin'?”

“I think she is,” Brian said without hesitation, “But you’re gonna help me fix all of this shit.”

“I’m already doin’ that homie.”

a/n:

i can just imagine this happening, brian loves sonny and he wouldn't flirt with monica. roman would love carson and she in time would love him but not now.

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[alphabetboyluvr]

bad decisions - jjk | ten

When his story pops up—a repost of tomorrow night's paint party event at Dionysus—you find yourself clicking through to your DM thread without much thought. You know he's at work. Know it's a 50/50 whether or not he'll get back to you before your mind begins to berate you again for how miserable you feel.  It's a simple message—Hey—and you're pleased that it's met with an equally simple reply not even a minute later. JustJK: To what do I owe the pleasure? You decide that "I'm about to cry over my shitbag ex so chose to message you instead" probably won't be Jungkook's favourite thing to hear, so you opt for a little white lie. You: Just wondering how the kids are. Part of you worries he won't understand what the fuck you're on about - but of course, he does. He's Jungkook. Gets you better than you get yourself, these days. JustJK: Missing their mother. 

Bad Decision #10 - Blonde

warnings: b is in her bleach era. love that for her!! jaykay is in the chapter for like 1.5 seconds and still manages to be the best thing about it. also if u think wow holly sometimes your chapters end very similarly, uhhh yes. ur right. mainly because my brain is smooth but also because jungkook is a creature of habit! it's within his character traits! not because im stupid! even if i am!

soundtrack: space - audrey nuna;  blonde - maisie peters

wc: 3.5k

bd total wc: 370k (on-going)

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You suppose you really shouldn't be surprised when Seokjin leaves you on read. It happens as soon as he escapes the city, just like it always does. 

It's always the same; he'll come back to town for a few days—to visit friends, his family, or maybe for a haircut with the only barber he trusts—then leaves just as quickly as he comes.

The predictability of it all would be funny, you think, but your knees are getting worn out from how many times you fall for it; his charm, his deception, his pretty lips that soothe the burn of his selfish choices. 

He'll be radio silent for a while, and then suddenly, as if he's finally changed the batteries in his walkie-talkie, he won't be. It'll most likely be when he's on his way back to town in a few months time.

The saddest part is that you know you'll want to see him when he does. Will have the burning desire to show him just how well you've been; how well you've coped without him.

Most of all? You'll want him to know just how much you don't need him.

Inevitably, he'll end up in your bed, and you'll end up all in your head—again—overthinking and underestimating just how easy it is for him to drop you. Forgetting just how badly he fucked you up, only for him to remind you in the most callous of ways.

When Danbi comes home on Thursday night—three days since Seokjin's last message—she knows exactly what's happened. You've got a special kind of pout reserved for Seokjin-related upsets. It's always a little soft yet incredibly hard to break.

"You gotta stop letting him in," she says over a glass of red. She hates the taste, but loves the soft buzz in the pit of her stomach. Though she's much better suited to Moscato, Danbi will never turn her nose up at free wine.

If she knew why you were drinking it, she might consider rejecting it.

Seokjin's favourite. You'd bought it on the way home from work. Just couldn't help yourself.

Had figured that at least when you hugged yourself to sleep that evening, your lips would taste like his used to do, on the nights when he'd tell you that you're the most delightful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon. Would be all giggly. Wine drunk. Happy. In love.

But it's been a while since he did that. Feels like a lifetime ago, now. 

You shrug as you let the ruby-red liquid swirl in your glass. Fighting against your feelings feels like swimming against the tide.

Always struggling to breathe. Never winning. Failing. Falling. 

"I don't know how to, Dan."

"But you do," she insists.

And she's right. Of course you do. 

His number has never been blocked, but a simple restriction of access to you would solve so many of your problems.

Thing is, you kind of like him still being your problem. At least that way, on a technicality, he's still yours. Kind of.

Every time he comes back to the city, it's still your bed that he ends up in.

Never for the night. Just for an hour or two. Long enough for you to convince yourself that he can't stay away.

The lies you let your mind whisper are insidious. You're irresistible. He's still just as affected by you as you are by him. He can't possibly leave you.

And yet he does, each and every time.

He doesn't ever let you go. Not fully. Whenever you think you're getting over it, he shows up just to get you under him; his thumb, his spell, his body.

You're halfway through the bottle of wine when Danbi tells you once more that you need to get Seokjin out of your hair.

You've reached the end of it by the time you're grabbing your purse and heading for the closest Olive Young.

It's just down the street, by the crossroads that lead into town, and the staff there have seen you in worse states. A little tipsy has nothing on the mascara-stained eyes they used to be greeted with during the worst days of the breakup.

"Sure about this?" Danbi asks just to check before you take the boxes in your hands to the counter.

"Absolutely not, but he always hated me blonde," you grin a little sardonically. The happiness that comes with this change will be temporary, but you have to remind yourself that so was he. "At least even if I can't resist him, he'll resist me."

Peroxide and perhaps a little fried, your blonde hair had caught his attention in the early days - but you had dyed your hair dark in a bid to keep it. 

He'd said some bullshit in a conversation amongst friends about his preferences, and how he favoured the 'natural look'. You weren't together at the time, not officially - but everyone there was a friend of his. They all knew you'd be going home with him. It only took two boxes of dye to get him asking to be exclusive. A week later he was introducing you to his friends as his girlfriend. 

Funny what a little bit of conformity can do for a man who loves playing by the rules. 

You assume his desire to tick the boxes and do what is expected of him is also why he was such a bellend when it came to the glitter you liked to dust yourself in. 

Nobody's perfect though, so he was willing to overlook it. Was just one of the flaws he perceived in you. When you love someone, you accept them.

He ultimately never grew to love it, but for a while, you thought he might.

Bleach boxes in one hand, another bottle of wine in the other, you waste no time and head straight for the bathroom. Danbi follows you right in. She's always there to lend a hand or at least provide a Spotify playlist to get you through your woes. 

Folding the powder into the developing lotion by the sink, you know your bleach-induced bathroom antics could get you a spot in a Brad Mondo video.

All a little haphazard, you're without a mixing bowl and brush, so are having to use an old takeout container and a plastic spoon, instead.

It's not quite how the instructions suggest you should mix it all up, but no good ever comes from following the rules.

You'd tried for Seokjin, and look where that got you.

Unlike him, trusty Tupperware has never done you dirty before. No reason why it should now. 

Danbi sits on the closed toilet seat, legs crossed, a small bottle of bubbles in her hand. The bubbles had been a Christmas party favour from the office job she'd quit four months ago. Rediscovered when she'd been cleaning her room earlier that day, Danbi had taken to blowing pretty little bubble flurries your way all afternoon. 

Your reflection is captured in the peacock sheen of the bubbles while you study your rapidly developing hair in the mirror. 

You haven't bothered to change out of your shirt. It's not yours. One of Seokjin's. It's navy, and you hope the bleach ruins it.

"I think I've fucked up," you say all rather calmy, talking about your hair and not the shirt. It's not the end of the world if you have. Just hair, you always think.

Danbi shrugs. Has clearly spent too much time in your company, because she echoes exactly what you're thinking: "Just hair, babe. It'll grow."

That's the joy of your friendship; you both encourage each other with the same dumb remarks whenever you feel like you've reached the point of no return. 

After all, if you can't go back? 

Go forward.

"Plus," she adds, blowing more bubbles instead of taking a breath. "You can just chalk it up to being your hot mess era."

"Been in that for months already," you smile at her in the reflection of the mirror. You prod a little at your roots, and know that you definitely should have waited a little longer to work the bleach up to them. Bollocks.

You've done this enough times to know you'll end up with a gold band haloing around the top of your hair thanks to how easily your roots always lift. Nightmare. 

"Exactly, so you may as well look the part," Danbi encourages. Worst influence going, she is. Also the best at times, too. You find comfort in the fact she won't always say what you want to hear, but what you need to hear instead.

The conversation dissolves into empty chatter, gossip about Danbi's dog walking clients, mentions of Taehyung and how he's still trying to talk her into a mates-rates discount despite the fact they aren't actually 'mates'. She asked you about your Bartender That Smiles, and you say he's all good - before you have to insist there's nothing going on there. 

"He's got issues with his ex," you explain.

She rolls her eyes. "Don't they all? Boys and their first loves, I swear to God."

"Not sure she was his first," you defend, though you're not sure why. The thought lingers as you rummage around for an old tube of toner that you know you have hiding in the bathroom cabinet somewhere. It's been a while since your hair was pale enough to take toner, so it's been pushed right to the back.

Danbi is shooed from her perch on the toilet seat and into the living room as you let the shower run to heat it a little.  

The first crash of water against your skin is lukewarm. Tepid. Unappealing, but necessary. 

You hate anything other than boiling-you-alive degrees celsius, but know you need to be kind to your hair after the torture you've put it through. The water runs cloudy until the bleach is rinsed out, and then it runs purple thanks to your silver shampoo. It pools around your feet and seeps into the drain. Wishful thinking has you hoping memories of Seokjin will do just the same.

It's just to preemptively tone it, but you can't help but worry about the pigment taking too strongly on your roots. 

The ash toner you found in the cupboard is in a box by the sink. You plan on putting that over the top of whatever mess your hair is anyway, but it doesn't hurt to get a head start on the process. 

The water glistens a deep violet, briefly coating your skin - and for some reason, all you can think about is Jungkook, and how you'd really like to be downing a Purple Starfucker (or five) with him right now. He really is the perfect distraction. 

Still, you have a task at hand. You rinse your hair; ring it out. Sigh as you frown at the mess that greets you in the mirror—lilac roots, a yellow band haloing just like your thought it would, and silver ends. Brilliant.

It's as you're sitting with Danbi in the living room a little while later - body wrapped in a towel that isn't half as fluffy as Jungkook's favourite, ashy toner smothering your peroxide blonde hair - that you notice your phone flash on the coffee table.

Danbi clocks it first, and stifles a laugh as she reads the screen. "Isn't that the guy from the club?"

You assume she means Jungkook, and are a little perplexed to see it's Jimin's name on your screen instead. 

"Yeah... Jimin. Smooth talker, shit shagger."

"A glowing review."

"Hey, I still let him think he was good," you say as you reach for your phone to read his message out loud to Danbi. "You guys out tomorrow night?"

Sipping on her wine, Danbi raises a brow. Shakes her head in confusion. "He hoping for round two?"

"Fuck knows."

It's just gone midnight, so you consider maybe he's thinking about his desire for a hook-up, and is hoping for a safe bet in the form of you. 

And so you don't reply. If he double texts, you'll just lie and say you've fallen asleep.

The scent of your toner is beginning to give you a headache, so you go to rinse it and bid farewell to your final day as a brunette.

Sleep evades you. Doesn't want to let go of who you were, apparently. Wine makes you sleepy, and yet you're wired as if you've just had a triple shot americano.

But then it's three in the morning, and all you can seem to smell is the deep conditioner you bathed your hair in that evening. 

Somehow, when you look to the empty space beside you - delicately ruffled, a dent prevailing in the pillow - you convince yourself that you can smell fig leaves and coconut. The notes of his favourite aftershave linger like the ache in your chest. It's hollow, and you can't work out why it hurts quite as much as it does. 

If there's nothing there, how can it be so painful?

You sniff back tears that fail to truly form and pull your phone from beneath your pillow. It's hard to move your fingers when they're tangled up in puppet strings that Seokjin is refusing to let go of, but eventually you manage to tap through some Instagram stories in a bid to distract yourself from him. 

Inspirational quotes don't do much for you, nor do the engagement pictures of people you haven't given a second thought since graduation. There's an abundance of them. Smiling faces. Diamonds, or maybe just cubic zirconia. Fresh sets of nails, hands that are pink and warm from the heat of whoever's been holding them.

It's a curious thought; what people who haven't spoken to you in years must think of you now. 

You were the one who was going to succeed. Going far in life, made for a boardroom, would look incredible in a pantsuit—and yet you're working in a cafe, first-class degree of no more worth than the tissue paper you flush down the toilet. 

See, you switched out life goals for glitter. You wear it like armour; protect yourself from the world around you. Who cares about seriousness and success when you're a constant disco? Not you. Could never be you.

Or at least, you hope that's what people think. Hope that no one realises you're covering yourself in artificial shine; like a canvas in acrylic because you were too impatient to watch the oil paint dry.

One day you'll glow. Glow for real. 

For a while, you thought you had been with Seokjin. 

All you see when you look in the mirror these days is tarnished silver; copper alloy pretending to be much more than what it really is. Your skin will turn green eventually.

There is, however, one person you've managed to fool. 

When his story pops up—a repost of tomorrow night's paint party event at Dionysus—you find yourself clicking through to your DM thread without much thought. You know he's at work. Know it's a 50/50 whether or not he'll get back to you before your mind begins to berate you again for how miserable you feel. 

It's a simple message—hey—and you're pleased that it's met with an equally simple reply not even a minute later.

JustJK: To what do I owe the pleasure?

You decide that "I'm about to cry over my shitbag ex so chose to message you instead" probably won't be Jungkook's favourite thing to hear, so you opt for a little white lie.

You: Just wondering how the kids are <3

Part of you worries he won't understand what the fuck you're on about - but of course, he does. He's Jungkook. Gets you better than you get yourself, these days.

JustJK: Missing their mother. 

JustJK: Perry the Pigeon almost fell earlier.

JustJK: Roger the Robin looks like he has a broken wing.

JustJK: Must be one of yours. Inherited his mother's wonkiness <3

With each message that comes through, your smile grows wider in the midnight darkness of your bedroom. 

You: Careful or I'll file for joint custody.

You: Get poor Roger away from his father's cruel remarks <;/3

There's an ease to how you joke together, both aware of how unserious you are. There's no second-guessing, no worrying about saying the wrong thing. If you do, you'll say sorry and move on. No harm, no foul.

JustJK: Your appeal won't hold up in court, Byeol.

JustJK: You've neglected them ever since you spawned them.

JustJK: Haven't even paid them a visit!!!

Laughter stifles in your throat as your body curls up into a more comfortable position. The audacity of this boy, you think, ignoring the way he manages to get you entirely focused on something that isn't your own despair.

You: You've got full custody!!!

JustJK: And you're still allowed to come for supervised visits!!!!!

JustJK: smh and to think you call yourself their mother.

JustJK: I'm their mother now.

You pout at your screen, and whine a small little 'nooo'. 

You: They need me :(

JustJK: Come and see them, then. They miss their mother.

You: Tomorrow?

He reads the messages instantly, but takes a little longer than usual to reply. It worries you slightly. Makes you more aware of your surroundings. The scent of Seokjin's aftershave begins to permeate the air once more.

Until, all rather suddenly, it doesn't anymore.

JustJK: I'm not working tomorrow night, but Jimin's insisting on going to the paint party—you coming?

You: Will Perry the Pigeon be there?

JustJK: If he falls before I leave for the club, then yes.

It's not a bad proposition. One that quite intrigues you. One that has you agreeing, and him telling you to fuck off and go to sleep. He's got work to do, he says. 

It's actually quite quiet at the club—Yeonjun just caught him looking at his phone with a dumb smile a few too many times for Jungkook's liking. Doesn't wanna get caught out again. 

Especially doesn't want him catching onto the fact that there's a reason Jungkook's eyes light up like Disco Balls when he looks at his phone.

Yeonjun doesn't really have friends who are girls, Jungkook reasons with himself. Won't understand that he's perfectly capable of having a little flirt without it meaning anything more than that—after all, isn't that just what banter is? Friendly flirting? He does it with the boys all the time. Doesn't mean fuck all. Just fun.

Jungkook's a couple of years older than his cerulean-haired coworker, and has learnt the hard way that you really shouldn't escalate friends above the level of purely platonic. One day Yeonjun will realise this. 

For now, though, Yeonjun'll shag anyone who looks at him in the right direction. Has probably already ruined a few good friendships. Doesn't even realise he's done it.

Jungkook trusts himself not to make the same mistakes he's made in the past with you. Thinks that he's pretty happy with how things are. Has missed the dynamics of friendships with girls. Is looking forward to Monday movie night with you and Danbi again.

And yet when he gets home to find Perry the paper pigeon on his bed, he can't help but smile.

You wake up to a picture of the fallen bird in your DMs, and even though you'll whine and complain about it when you see him that evening, all you can do is smile, too.

JustJK: Looks like we're having a wholesome family trip to Dionysus tonight.

You: Mummy and Daddy reunited at last <33 Perry will be so happy.

JustJK: It's okay, you don't have to lie.

JustJK: I know you're talking about yourself, not Perry.

Jungkook doesn't send the message where he tells you not to call him Daddy. Knows you'll read into it; tease him about it. It's not like he's got a thing for it, or anything, he just... maybe wouldn't be opposed to it, and so he'd rather not be called it when he's having casual conversations with you. Wouldn't wanna get flustered. 

Part of you already knows this. Is precisely why you'd said it. It's not really your style, not the kind of thing that gets you going.

But it is also exactly why you choose to end your next message with, 'See you tonight, Daddy x'.

You're laughing as you send it.

And as he receives it, Jungkook groans. Buries his head into his pillow. Crumples Perry a little in the process. Whines. 

"Don't fuck this up, Jungkook."

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[harpoonlover00]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't see you more

I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore

Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin

Sorry we ain't close as we should've been

Sorry to my old friends

The stories we coulda wrote if our egos didn't take the pen

Sorry to the freaks I led on (nah, for real, I'm sorry)

Who thought their life was gonna change 'cause I gave 'em head on

But instead, I sped off, yeah, I know I'm dead wrong

Sorry to the guys I had to hide

Sorry to the girls I had to lie to

Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too

Anyway, I don't wanna talk

Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don't wanna give

So you stalk, make up fibs

Just to talk 'bout my private life 'cause you weird (uh)

Met that girl this year (but), that's none ya biz

Give enough with my art, know your place

My personal space, y'all don't need to to be a part

I'm sorry I don't wanna link (I don't wanna link)

And small talk over dinner, I don't even drink

Can't guilt trip me, I'm ice cold, roller rink

Nigga-nigga-nigga, read the room

Don't assume niggas is cool

Stay in your pocket, this is pool

Blah, blah, blah, blah 'bout trauma

You ain't special, everybody got problems, uh

Sorry I'm not empathetic

Sorry you think I'm pathetic

Sorry I don't wanna bro down, sorry I don't know your pronouns

I don't mean no disrespect, but, damn, we just met, calm the fuck down

Oh, I'm out of touch and I'm a jerk?

A bank account could never match my worth (that nigga gettin' money, he a dick now)

Sorry Mother Earth, pollutin' air with chemicals and dirt

These cars ain't gonna buy and drive theyselves

What the hell you think I work for?

Not to not explore and stay the same

Sorry to the fans who say I changed, 'cause I did

Sorry you don't know me on a personal level to pinpoint what it is

Sorry to my ancestors (I'm so sorry), I know I'm supposed to fight (I know)

But this ice shinin' brighter than a black man's plight, I'ma make it right

In the meantime, I'll give some advice while these blood diamonds gettin' cleaned off

Nigga, fuck the price, spend it then, then again

I can't save niggas, I'm not Superman, but I could try

I'm sorry I'm pretentious

Sorry that the talent, knowledge, passion isn't missin'

Sorry when I talk my shit and I could back it up with confidence

It get you niggas trippin', man

Fuck the numbers, fuck a hook

You put me on a stage and I'll show you the difference

Let me see y'all hit a stage (no, y'all can't do it)

Let me see y'all write a page (y'all not gon' do it)

Let me see you make a decision I made

And claim that I don't know about minimum wage or Section 8

Water in the ketchup bottle to stretch when niggas ate

Gettin' pressed by niggas hoppin' gates

Thinkin' it's normal 'cause you ain't supposed to make it past 18

Or escape the Figure 8 cycle

And I promise this is like a diet

I'ma make a way and I did, did

Feel good, work paid off, now we gon' celebrate

But niggas claim you arrogant

When they can't relate to moments of feelin' great

So they aim, duck-duck-duck 'em

Shot right back, buck-buck-buck 'em

Sorry, not sorry (buck 'em, buck 'em)

I got two words, fuck 'em

Okay, cool

And like that

We really mean it this time

I guarantee another era is upon us

So once again, we gone

#tyler the creator #lyrics #song #song of the day #music #Spotify

[spinningbuster98]

Mega Man Zero 4 Part 2: Laughing Death in the face

Pegasolta ain’t exactly the easiest boss in the game, due to having to fight him over a bottomless pit with wind pushing you in different directions and the man himself spending some time off screen. Hitting him with his weakness also requires lots of precision and timing because he can dodge attacks at the last second.

I actually quite like Heat Genblem’s stage, it’s essentially a better version of Mattrex’s from X5 and you just gotta love Zero’s nonchalance at plunging headfirst into the barrell of an active giant particle beam

The boss himself is tricky due to the way he often dodges at the last second and his really precise hitbox, especially during that attack when he retreats into his shell.

Then you have the mid-game stages and I sure hope you found a Sub Tank in one of the previous stages because Kraft is fucking tough, with a plethora of attacks that move at insane speeds. You can actually destroy most of the stuff he flings at you before it hits you but good luck figuring that out on your own in the midst of all this shit!

What follows is one of my favorite moments in the series: Zero telling off the humans of the settlement

Yeah sure Zero is a good guy and he’s not gonna change his mind about wanting to save these people in need,but he also won’t hesitate to speak his mind when he sees those same people acting like cowards and being willing to let one of their friends, who helped them so much, die just to save their own skins. He doesn’t mince his words, he calls them a bunch of cowards and, most importantly, this makes them reflect upon their actions and change for the better. And Zero holds no hard feelings afterwards: he tells Neige that the settlement sent him to rescue her, which is only half true since he doesn’t mention their initial attitude, most likely because he doesn’t want any unneccessary drama to spew forth again

What I like the most about Zero 4′s story is that it works as a sort of anti-misanthropy message.

Weil is a raging misanthrope and he doesn’t try to hide it, not in the previous game and certainly not here . He hates people for the punishment he (rightfully) suffered 100 years ago and believes that concepts such as justice and heroism are little more than masks and excuses that people use to hide their natural hypocrisy and cruelty, in reality not being all that much better than he is only they’re being liars about it. Now under his rule, not to mention after all the shit that came before, the people start acting in a way that seems to prove him right in a sense: they act cowardly, with prejudice, willing to stab each other in the back

Then there’s Kraft: once a noble hero (although just how noble is questionable since he’s described as a warrior of Neo Arcadia who used to defend humans, which sounds just like the Four Guardians who also had no qualms about killing innocent Reploids if they felt it would benefit humans, but at the very least Kraft doesn’t seem cruel and he genuinely loves Neige so he certainly wasn’t evil per se before Weil came into the picture), now a willing pawn because he’s been led to believe that there’s no hope left in a world under Weil and they should all lie down and take it and just hope it all ends as painlessly as possible

However Zero’s actions (and especially words) manage to wake up the humans of the settlement, forcing them to look back on their behaviour and start changing for the better, even starting to accept reploids as equals for the first time in centuries

Niege’s words will also have an effect on Kraft...though one that will be much more complicated...

On another topic boy does the Part system suck!

In Zero 3 you obtained chips by either finding them in the stages or after defeating specific bosses

Here they want you to build them by grinding and combining specific parts dropped by enemies

The issue is that you need to know HOW to combine them to get what you want, and for this you need part recipes, which can only be obtained by talking to certian NPCs at certain points in the game

Even then most recipies are just not told to you in any way and you will need to go over to the Internet to find out how to build the actual good stuff

And even THEN in can be a grind to get the materials you need!

Yeah I don’t even bother, it’s not like you absolutely need parts in order to complete the game, i’ve done so without them many times

It’s just the epitome of this game’s very confusing design decisions

#youtube #mega man #mega man zero 4 #my gameplay

[repulsorrays]

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀 / 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐) 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

dialogue starters from captain america / iron man (2022) - written by derek landy.  change wording / pronouns / names as needed.  nsfw for profanity since i refuse to use grawlixes.

' ____, you are a man/woman/person of many talents. ' ' that's what i keep telling everyone. ' ' i proposed? ' ' you proposed? ' ' you have no idea who i am, do you? ' ' i'm not going to lie to you. ' ' aren't you a good guy? ' ' i'm not upset.  i'm just disappointed. ' ' i'm not too fond of superheroes.  they're big and loud and brash...and they make the rest of us look bad. ' ' what's going on?  what's happening? ' ' looks like someone has something to hide. ' ' you've got some things to answer for, and we don't want to hurt you. ' ' whoa, dude.  uncalled for. ' ' hush now. ' ' i gotta be honest here, ____:  you freak me the fuck out. ' ' you really are on a journey of self-discovery, aren't you? ' ' i've been given an incredible opportunity here, but i still haven't figured out my place in the world. ' ' all you get to decide is who you want to be on any given day. ' ' let the world figure out your place in it.  you focus on trying to be the best version of who you are. ' ' do or do not.  there is no try. ' ' naw, that's where the little green puppet got it wrong.  trying's what it's all about. ' ' you know, i always liked your pep talks. ' ' let those idiots waste time trying to get in through the front door -- i've found the side entrance. ' ' you're brooding. ' ' i'm not brooding. ' ' no one ever wants to go to ohio. ' ' i've been to ohio.  i really liked it. ' ' your heart was in the right place. ' ' i wish i could say the story of my life, but we both know that's not exactly true. ' ' you're being weird.  quit it. ' ' i am seriously considering wearing a cape from now on. ' ' i have a feeling this won't do any good, but if you surrender now, we won't have to beat you up. ' ' is this because i didn't call? ' ' what the hibbidy...? ' ' you can totally trust me.  totally. ' ' i'd understand if it's something you don't want to talk about. ' ' can we get back to the matter at hand? ' ' just know that i'm here to talk if you need it. ' ' i'm being nice to you.  see?  it's weird, isn't it? ' ' start small.  get bigger.  that's how the rest of us did it. ' ' there are no shortcuts.  remember that. ' ' we're not done yet.  we can still turn this around. ' ' you're in a romantic relationship? ' ' something else is going on here.  we're going to find out what. ' ' i know from experience that this kind of thing does not end well, so if i were you, i'd cut to the bit where you start cooperating. ' ' all of this i know.  tell me something i don't. ' ' hey, i'm not defending them.  they fucked up, and their mistakes are their own. ' ' i saw them as overeager glory hounds, not...this. ' ' steer it this way, ____.  we're coming to you. ' ' what you're doing is pretty fucking rude! ' ' and miss a golden opportunity to show you the error of your ways? ' ' just because you see yourself as the good guy doesn't mean i'm the villain. ' ' this kind of power brings with it a duty to wield it only when necessary, and only in defense of the innocent. ' ' this isn't fair.  we weren't given a chance to prove ourselves! ' ' every second of every day is your chance to prove yourself, kid. ' ' not everyone is cut out for this line of work. ' ' you were tested -- and found wanting. ' ' thought you might like a coffee. ' ' you're definitely being weird lately. '

#. meme #rp meme #rp starters #dialogue starters #rp memes #. captain america/iron man

[dreamwritesimagines]

Hey honey! Finally got the time to give you a proper feedback, so here it goes… ❤️

YES! Aunt Lavinia is back, oh I missed her!

“It’s fun, I keep running into old friends,” she thought for a moment. “Well…friends is a big word for them I suppose. I didn’t like most of them years ago and that apparently hasn’t changed.” You do not understand, I worship this woman, I love her so much ❤️

“I still do not know why you changed your mind about spending the rest of the season here by the way. I understand why Iona wanted it but you?” Hasn’t Aunt Lavinia got the tea about her kids yet? I really doubt it 😏

“Oh she has an illegitimate grandchild!” I so relate to Chérie at this point, gossip my friend it’s what keep us going

“I just hear things here and there,” The Duke said and you tried to put a face to the name but failed. See, this family, they all live for gossip

Aunt Lavinia hummed. “It’s beyond me how people willingly get married to people they are not in love with.” Aw, she sounds so much like Chérie! I gotta say one of the reasons I love Lav is because she can provide a good, healthy and more realistic exemple of what a love marriage is like, something Cassie couldn’t since she was heartbroken and Perssandra wasn’t really healthy (I guess) since they didn’t communicate. Also, since Cassie is gone, she can be a second mother/female figure to Chérie to look up to now 💕💕💕

“You get mad if I lie to you.” I’ve read this chapter like three times already and this line still gets to me 💕

You rolled your eyes at him and turned to Eloise. “Eloise are you writing a book or a letter?” Yes Eloise, who are you even writing to? Sir Phillip, perhaps? 😏👀

“I can accompany you,” Anthony said in a haste. “I’m not doing anything.” Look who’s behaving like an excited puppy now!? 💕

Your head shot up from the paper and you turned to look at Anthony whom Lucie was glaring at. Lucie being protective, I love this 😂

“Well, you don’t have to join if you don’t want to, you can just watch me have fun.”

“Please stop saying that,” he muttered as if he was being tormented and you rolled your eyes. Oh he’s got the mental image, he so did 😂😈

“I mean that is if…” you trailed off, trying to bite down a smile. “If our—what was it? Our undeniable attraction doesn’t prove to be challenging for our friendship?” Hm, why do I get the feeling that’s precisely what’ll happen, why Dream? 😏😈

“I’m telling you, we must throw a ball when Cecily and Elias comes back,” Aunt Lavinia said, “It will be Cecily’s first ball as a marchioness, and the whole ton is waiting for it already.” I am not ready Dream. A Masquerade, you said? The Masquerade Ball™, like in The Maze™, someone send help please

You let a small smile curl your lips. “So I scored a point then?”

That made him stop dead in his tracks as if he couldn’t believe his ears, that light glimmering in his eyes again as he let out a breath, mirroring your smile. Aww, he’s so in love ❤️ I was wondering if he kept up with the scores even when they weren’t talking, just to feel closer to her somehow

You pointed at him with the paper. “You need to tell me everything right now.” You see, a couple who gossips together stays together, I didn’t say it, Science did 😂

“More like I made you see the light.”

His gaze on you was soft and full of fondness.

“Yeah,” he said after a beat. “Yeah you did.” Aaaaaawwwwwww 🥹❤️

Loved the chapter Dream, can’t wait for the next ❤️❤️❤️

Omg Gabrielle honeeeey! ❤ You're amazing! ❤

I love Aunt Lavinia scenes! 😂❤

I think she did notice some stuff ❤Like, Iona is falling in love with Lucie the more they spend time together and it's probably very clear to Lavinia, but Kenneth and Hugh have a more...friends with benefits type of dynamic so probably she's not sure about what to think of it yet 😁

I gotta say one of the reasons I love Lav is because she can provide a good, healthy and more realistic exemple of what a love marriage is like, something Cassie couldn’t since she was heartbroken and Perssandra wasn’t really healthy (I guess) since they didn’t communicate. Also, since Cassie is gone, she can be a second mother/female figure to Chérie to look up to now THIS! OMG THIS! ❤

I agree with you completely, she is a good example to Cherie in showing what a healthy love marriage should be like! ❤ And she will become a second mother figure to her, she and Cherie will be very close ❤ She will guide her a lot ❤

Omg she was writing a letter to Sir Phillip YES! ❤

Elias and Anthony have that in common, they just show it in different ways 😂

If Cherie could see the mental image Anthony had after hearing her say he can "watch her have fun"...😈

A masquerade YES! ❤ I planned a lot of things for that masquerade and I hope you will like it! ❤ I'm so excited 😏😈

I think they both will start writing down the scores they missed while they weren't talking to each other 😂 They both want to win that bet so much 😈

Thank you so much for this darling! 😱😍❤

[jojo0039]

*Treasure and Secrets* The Cross Part 1

Jo is sitting with her friends laughing about the night before at the bonfire. "Did you see Crystal's face when you punched her girl? Like that was the best thing ever!" Kie laughs and high-fives Jo. "She just gets on my nerves. Plus she was all over you John B. And that I won't let happen." Jo gives a pointed look to John B. "Yo last night was so epic." Pope comments. "Did you guys see Kelce's face?" John B laughs. "Bomb drop!" JJ shouts as he jumps off the couch to shoot the basketball. As he jumps he breaks the couch. "Great, another broken couch." John B mumbles. "Now you gotta sleep there." Pope states. "I always sleep there. When I'm not with my girl." JJ jokes as he winks at Jo who flips him off. Jo notices Sarah walking up on the porch. "Hey, girl." Jo greets. "Well hello, princess." JJ comments. "What's up?" Kie mumbles. "Shouldn't you be on figure eight with your little group of polo players? Or did you break up with Topper?" John B sarcastically remarks. Jo leans up and whacks John B on the arm. "Don't be an ass." she lectures. Sarah gives him a glare and a sarcastic smile. "We're just friends." she responds. "Now he's just a friend?  You have a lot of friends, Sarah Cameron." John B baits her. "Yea, and it seems like you got some of your own too." Sarah argues taking the bait. Jo grumbles. "Can you please not fight? My head hurts." Jo whines. "Alright, what are you doing here?" John B finally asks. "I'm here for Pope actually." Sarah says turning to Pope with a smile. He looks at her confused. "I think I found the Island Room." she tells him with a smile. Everyone instantly jumps up. "Where?" Pope asks quickly. "That's the thing. I found it on Tannyhill." she tells them. "The house is empty so we have to leave now." Sarah tells them. They jump up and head for the van. "Don't worry, Rafe isn't there." Sarah tells Jo. "Thank God, I really don't wanna see him right now. JJ and I are slowly making up, and the last thing I need is Rafe to show up and ruin it." Jo tells Sarah. "Don't worry he's not there." Sarah climbs in the front seat and Jo climbs in the back sitting next to JJ. He grabs her hand and interlocks their fingers. Pope pulls out the copy of Denmark's diary. "Alright guys listen to this, the diary says the cross holds the most holy relic in all of Christendom, the Garment of the Savior." Pope reads. Jo sneaks a peek at JJ to see him already watching her. She smiles softly as she feels him squeeze her hand tighter. She moves her leg so it's tangled up with his. "So wait, he's saying that there's a holy garment inside the cross?" Kie asks the only one of the group really paying attention. "Yea, it says the garment is capable of healing the sick from any malady. What is that wording? It looks to be Latin." Pope states. "Let me see that." JJ reaches over to read the words. "Okay, yeah, 'If only I may touch his garment, I shall be made well." he reads. Everyone turns to look back at him with confusion. Jo gives him a funny look. He looks up at everyone looking at him. "What? I went to Sunday school." he explains. Jo leans to whisper in his ear. "I'm not gonna lie, that was sexy as hell." She smiles at him. He smiles back at her with a slight blush. "Oh yeah? What else do you find sexy?" he flirts. "Guys focus." Kie lectures. "That explains why Limbrey would want the cross so bad. She thinks it can heal her. See I can focus and flirt all at the same time." Jo teases. John B and Pope both groan at the same time. "Why do you guys gotta go back to being all cute and flirty? Knock it off!" John B rolls his eyes. "Quit being haters." Jo sticks her tongue out at them. "What else does it say Pope?" Kie asks to change the subject. "Many feel that we have sinned to steal such a sacred thing, and God will strike his vengeance on us." Pope reads. "How did God have his vengeance?" Kie asks. "He sent a hurricane to sink the ship. Only Denmark survived." Pope states. "Do you think that's why Agatha happened? God was punishing the island?" Jo questions. They all remain silent for the rest of the ride.                                         *********************************** John B pulls up to the Cameron house. Sarah leads them through the door. She shows them where to go. "Wow, this place is huge!" JJ comments. "This place still gives me the creeps." John B states. JJ is holding Jo's hand as they follow Sarah to the room at the end of the hall. "Pope, here it is." Sarah holds the door open as Pope walks in. Everyone follows behind him. "Oh shit! This is the whole island!" Pope is in awe. Jo's eyes widen as she sees all the wallpaper ripped off the wall and sees the painting of the whole island. "This is it, you guys. We found the Island Room." "Wow!" "It's been here this whole time." Sarah states. "This definitely has to mean something." JJ comments. "This is a map of the whole island." John B figures out. "You're right John B because this is Rixon's right here." JJ points right by the drawing of the lighthouse. "Guys here's parcel 9 and the well." Kie points out. "Okay so if, that's parcel 9." John B points to where Kie is standing. "And that's Rixon's-" John B points to where JJ is standing. "Then that means right here is the surf break at Mase." John B excitedly points. "You're right. Pope come here. This is definitely Denmark's handwriting for sure." JJ states as he holds up writing from the diary. "Denmark was a genius. He painted this entire room. He had to have done it for a reason." Jo starts. "Yea, but what was the reason? What is he trying to tell us?" Kie questions. "It's gotta have something to do with the key right?" JJ spitballs. "There's just something that we're missing. Something that we haven't been able to see yet." Jo quickly turns to Sarah. "How did you find out about this?" she asks her. "I came home and it was already like this." she answers. "Who did this?" John B asks. "The freaks." Everyone jumps and turns when they hear another voice. Jo takes a deep breath of relief when she realizes it's just Wheezie. "What freaks are we talking about?" John B asks. "Uh, that sick lady and her attack dog. They showed up last night and they wanted to talk to Rafe." Wheezie tells them. "Pale blonde lady?" Jo asks her. "Yea, she had crutches too." Wheezie clarifies. "Ok, what happened?" John B questions. "Well, first they searched the whole house looking for something. Then Rafe told me to go upstairs. Which he's back to being super rude again, so Jo can you come to see him so he's nicer again?" Wheezie turns to Jo for the question. The Pogues turn to stare at Jo and JJ clenches his jaw with jealousy. Jo looks caught off guard. "Uh, it's something that we can discuss later." she answers. "Wheez, what else?" Sarah asks quickly. "Ok, so I may have listened through the grate. This was the last room they checked. The only reason they found this was that Rafe punched a hole in the wall earlier cause he and Rose were fighting again. But they kept mentioning something about getting across the sand flamingo." Wheezie tells them. "That's definitely code for something." JJ comments. "The cross. The Cross of Santo Domingo?" Pope asks. "Yea! That's it. They were also talking about angels. Like they were talking about angels quite a bit." Wheezie tells them. Jo shares a confused look with Sarah and Kie. "Guys, I think I may have figured it out. Denmark's famous last words. He buried the real treasure at the foot of the angel." Pope exclaims excitedly. "That's right! We need to look for an angel somewhere in this room." Jo exclaims. "Start looking." "Spread out." Jo takes one part of the wall and looks to see if there is a clue about an angel. "There's a church over here." Sarah exclaims. "Yea check the church." John B replies back to her. "Can you guys explain to me what's going on?" Wheezie asks. "What about this?" Jo asks pointing to a spot that looks like an angel. "I don't think so." "We have to find it." Jo looks to see JJ staring at a drawing intensely. "Jay?" she moves over to him. "What is it?" she asks him. "Guys! I think I found something!" JJ gets everybody's attention. "Look here, this humongous tree is still on Goat Island. And you know what it's called?" he asks them.  "Angel Oak." Pope answers. "And look there. There's the keyhole." JJ points to the drawing. "That means that the cross is buried at the foot of the angel. That must be where he put it." Pope exclaims in awe. "We gotta go, guys! If JJ was able to figure it out then surely they did!" Jo shouts. "You're right we gotta go!" "Let's go!" Jo stands by the door and waits for JJ. "I think I'm Sherlock Holmes alright? You're welcome by the way!" Jo laughs. "Come on Sherlock we're waiting on your slow ass." JJ catches up to Jo. "Yea, but you love my slow ass." he jokes.                                              ************************* The Pogues are in the van heading toward where the tree is. They come across an old church. "We're coming up on Freedman's Church. This is the church that Denmark built for all the slaves he freed." Pope explains to them. They drive past the church and over the stretch of road to get to Goat Island. John B suddenly stops. "Oh shit! Tide is coming in." John B stops the van in front of the big mud pit. "Look they already came through here. Those have to be Limbrey's tire tracks. We gotta go." Pope states. "Mmm, what do you think Chief?" JJ asks John B unsure. "I'm thinking it's looking a little dicey." John B answers. "Yea, I'm gonna have to agree with that statement." JJ agrees. "Well, clearly they made it." Kie comments. "In a two-wheel drive? I don't know about that." JJ comments back. "Why are y'all acting like you're not gonna do it anyway?" Sarah baits. John B and JJ look back at her. "Like when have any of us done the safe thing?" she finishes with a smile. Jo leans forward so her head is in between John B and JJ. "She's right you know. Are you Pogues or are you pussies?" Jo baits rhetorically. JJ pushes her face away from them. "They do have a point." John B and JJ both agree. "Speed is your friend here okay? So put her down in second and hammer down, brother." JJ tries to advise. "I'm holding on to something." Jo comments as she sits back on the floor. "Stick to the ground in the middle." Pope states. "Alright, ready? Here we go." John B punches the gas pedal and takes off through the mud. "Speed is your friend. You're not going fast enough!" JJ shouts. "I'm sliding." Kie lets out a shriek as she slides onto Jo. Jo laughs and pushes her off of her. "Not to put any pressure on you, but if you get stuck, we'll be stuck here forever." Pope exclaims. "We did it!" John B pulls the Twinkie to a stop. "Alright. The Angel Oak should just be right through here." JJ states as they all pile out of the van. "So just a word to the wise, you should definitely know that gators nest back here, so keep your eyes peeled. You dont wanna step on a mama gator. That's the last thing you want." JJ says to them. "Why are you always coming up with the dumbest stuff?" Jo asks rhetorically. "Ok, you know what, I'm saving you from being a Pat Womack. She definitely had her calf chewed off by a gator." JJ glances back at Jo. "You are so full of shit. Pat Womack was injured in a car accident. I know because my dad was on that call." Jo argues as they walk through the trees and bushes. "Alright, fine live in ignorance. But she totally had her calf chewed off. I know that for a fact." he turns around and pokes her in the nose. She swats his hand away from her face. "They like blackish murky water." JJ stops by the water's edge. "Hold on guys I see something." JJ grabs a stick and leans down closer to the water. "What the hell are you doing?" Kie asks. JJ strikes the water with the stick. "Right, wake them up. That's smart." Sarah snipes. "I was just making sure it wasn't a gator. That's all." JJ argues. "Just keep walking smart guy." Jo pushes him to keep walking. JJ reaches behind him and grabs her hand. They lock eyes and she feels her breath catch in her throat. She feels like things are starting to fall back into place with him and she couldn't be happier. They come upon a clearing. "Guys, get down." Pope whispers. They duck behind the bushes and watch as Limbrey, Renfield, and Rafe are standing around the tree watching men dig up the ground. They listen as Carla gets excited about getting the cross to get the garment that's inside the cross. She almost feels bad for her relative, but she pushes it aside. They hear the backhoe hit a box and watch the men get down in the hole to pull up the box. Rafe and Renfield lift what looks to be a casket. "They got the cross. What do we do?" JJ hisses out to John B. "I don't know what can we do?" John B hisses back. They watch as Carla looks frustrated and upset. "We're going back!" They hear her shout. Jo watches as Rafe throws the shovel down on the ground and storms back over to his Range Rover. Everybody drives away and Pope is the first one to rush over. "Pope wait!" They all rush after him. They stop when they get to the casket. "Cecilia Tanny, Denmark's wife." Pope mutters. "Oh, my God." Jo whispers softly. "Denmark wasn't talking about the cross. He buried her at the foot of the angel." Pope speaks in a broken voice. "The true treasure." Kie lightly comments. "His wife." John B states. Jo sneaks a peek at JJ to see him already glancing at her. She feels the emotion behind the situation and finally admits to herself that she wants to be JJ's true treasure because he is already hers. Pope kneels to the casket and everyone follows his action. They can tell that he's softly crying. Jo feels JJ's warmth from beside her and she gets goosebumps on her arms. "Denmark was hung for burying his wife, and now they defiled her grave." Pope spits out bitterly. Jo watches as Sarah picks up something from the casket. "This must've been from Denmark, her wedding ring." Jo glances at JJ and sees a look of love and longing on his face. She wants nothing more than to make up with him for good. "We can't leave her like this." Pope states. "We won't." John B tells him. They stand up and put the top back on the casket. They hammer the nails back into the top. Jo finds some wildflowers and places them on top of the casket. Pope gives her a thankful look. She grabs his hand. "I feel like she was a lady who appreciated the small wonders of nature." She says to him to lighten the mood. Pope smiles softly. "Thank you." he says back to her. JJ grabs the shovel and starts throwing the dirt back onto the casket. "I don't get it, you guys. I mean we all saw the map. He hides his gold so no one finds it for 170 years. Then he sends a message to his son Robert to come here to his mother's grave, but the message never gets to him. Denmark wanted him to find the cross. I know that we're in the right spot. I can feel it!" Pope exclaims. "Guys! I think we missed something!" JJ exclaims. JJ climbs on top of the van. He holds out his hand as Jo climbs up behind him. "Look at that." He points to the hole in the tree. "That looks just like the drawing in the Island Room." Jo states. "It's worth a shot." JJ looks down at the group. "Go ahead reach in there." he pushes Jo. "Not uh I'm not sticking my hand in there you're nuts." Jo exclaims. "You do it." Sarah remarks. "Yea, no, I'm gonna do it." JJ hesitates. "He's scared." Jo teases with a smirk. "I'm not scared Jo." JJ denies. "You seem scared to me." Jo continues to tease. JJ sends her a fake glare as he sticks his hand in the hole. The friends intensely watch JJ. "There's something in here." JJ says. He then starts screaming. "Ahh!" "Jay!" Jo tries to pull his arm out. John B and Pope try to climb up. JJ then starts laughing. "I got all of you." he laughs. "Yea, real original." Pope snaps. JJ turns his gaze to Jo. "You are such an asshole." she pushes him into the tree. "You're lucky I don't shove your head in there." she glares as she starts to jump down. John B and Pope hold out their hands for her to grab onto. "Oh come on you know that was funny. But seriously there's something in here." JJ pulls out something from the hole. "Let me see it." Pope holds out his hand and JJ places it in Pope's hand. JJ jumps down. "Look it says HMS Royal Merchant." Pope exclaims. "Let the captain see that. It's a spyglass." JJ extends it to make it longer. "Hold on, there's something on the ends." Kie notices. "An inscription right there. Look at that shit." John B laughs. "What does it say?" Jo asks. "You've come this far. Do not falter. The cross is on the Freedman's altar." Pope reads. "Holy shit!" Jo exclaims. "The cross is at the church! Come on!" They jump back in the van and John B drives back towards the road back towards the church. He suddenly stops the van. "Oh shit! The tide!" John B exclaims. Jo looks out the window to see that the muddy road is completely underwater now. "That doesn't look good." Pope comments. "How deep is that?" Kie asks. "I don't know, but the road is gone." Jo says. "The tide rose faster than I thought it would." JJ states. "Yea, just a little bit." John B comments. "Uh, John B how high are the spark plugs?" JJ asks suddenly. John B looks like he has no idea. "They're good. We're fine." he answers unconvincingly. "How high are they?" JJ and Pope ask again at the same time. "Oh God, we're gonna die." Jo dramatically mumbles. Jo leans over to whisper to Sarah. "At least you dodged a bullet with this one." she jokes. Sarah just shakes her head. John B looks out the window to see the spark plugs. "I'm pretty sure just above the tail light." he answers unsurely. "Ok, so about three feet." Pope guess. "Yea. Three feet." JJ says. "That water can't be three feet deep." Kie states. "Then what's the problem?" John B asks. "No problem." "Not a problem. We're good. She'll make it." JJ and Pope quickly say. Jo shares an unconvincing look with the girls. "Um, I don't know-" John B cuts Jo off. "Alright ladies and gents fasten your seatbelts. Hold onto something." John B steps on the gas and the tires start spinning. "Oh shit!" The van finally starts moving very fast. "That's it! Speed is your friend!" JJ shouts in encouragement. "Alright, you got this." Jo holds onto the back of JJ's seat. "We're good." The van swerves off the path and gets stuck in the water. "Ok. I did not expect that to happen." JJ comments. "I think we miscalculated." Pope says. "You think?" Jo asks sarcastically as she gives the boys a pointed look.

#outer banks #treasure and secrets #joanna mills #jj maybank #rafe cameron #john b routledge #sarah cameron #pogues for life #pope heyward #kiara carrera #p4l

[almostenduphere]

From 5x04:

2014!DEAN Take a look around you, man. This place should be white-hot with Croats. Where are they? DEAN They cleared a path for us. Which means that this is— 2014!DEAN A trap. Exactly. DEAN Well, then we can't go through the front. 2014!DEAN Oh, we're not. They are. They're the decoys. You and me, we're going in through the back. DEAN You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas, too? You want to use their deaths as a diversion? [2014!DEAN looks away.] DEAN Oh, man, something is broken in you. You're making decisions that I would never make. I wouldn't sacrifice my friends. 2014!DEAN You're right. You wouldn't. It's one of the main reasons we're in this mess, actually. DEAN These people count on you. They trust you. 2014!DEAN They trust me to kill the devil and to save the world and that's exactly what I'm gonna do. ... DEAN Look, man, I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm...whatever I need to be. But I was, uh—wrong. SAM What made you change your mind? DEAN Long story. The point is...maybe we are each other's Achilles heel. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we've got. More than that. We keep each other human. SAM Thank you. Really. Thank you. I won't let you down. DEAN Oh, I know it. I mean, you are the second-best hunter on the planet.SAM nods. SAM So, what do we do now? DEAN We make our own future. SAM Guess we have no choice. 

From 15x17:

CHUCK Sam and Dean, they're using Jack to destroy us. AMARA No, but... but Dean can't hurt me. CHUCK No, but he can lie to you. He could send you into the meat grinder with a wink and a smile. ... DEAN Sam, we don't have a choice. Jack's about to blow! SAM We always have a choice. ... DEAN There's nothing else we can do, okay?! We just gotta get out of the way. SAM No, we can't get out of the way, Dean, not this time. DEAN I don't care if Billie gets what she wants! I don't, man! I'd trade it all— I'd trade 'em all for Chuck in a heartbeat! SAM What about me? Would you trade me? ... DEAN Chuck has to die. He has to! Otherwise he'll keep us tap  dancing forever, and I can't live like that, man! I can't live like that! I won't! SAM I know you feel like that right now, okay. I know you do.  But you gotta trust me. My entire life, you've protected me— from Dad,  from Lucifer, from everything. I didn't always like it, you know, but...  it's the one thing in the whole world that I could always count on.  It's the only thing I've ever known that was true. So please... put the  gun away. Just put it away, and we'll figure it out, Dean, we'll find  another way, you and me. We always do.

#season 5 #season 15

[flame-nova]

Chapter 8: Approaching Threat

While my secret crush for Vox had been resolved, the problem with the Testament remained pending. Time was running short, and her majesty looked paler day by day. We as the Templars of course felt worried for the future of Granadia, but we were hopeless as we were unsure of what to do.

"We gotta think of something. Isn't there other books on stuff like that Berwick?" After pacing to and fro in the lobby of the headquarter, Riviera had finally stopped and turned to me for help. I gave her a helpless look. I've been going through the whole entire library in the past two days, staying up late and reading every single book I could find on the topic "Cursed Blood". But I had reaped nothing.

Vox came over and placed a gentle hand over my cheek. "You didn't even sleep in the past two days? No wonder why you seemed out of it lately.... You need to take care of yourself, Berwick.... You even got bags under your eyes."

He looked distressed. I smiled tiredly at him and placed a hand over his. "Don't worry. I'm usually a night owl. It's not like you don't know that. I'll be fine. Besides, I'm not the current top priority. At least I'm not on the verge of dying. Her majesty is the one we really should focus on. Time's running out."

Duke, who had been standing next to the book shelf and leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest spoke. "If our mage can't even find a single solution to this, we may have to be realistic and accept the possibility that there may not be hopes for Queen Juno. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but someone have to break it to you."

"Don't you have some kind of gratitude toward her majesty?! How dare you say such a thing!" Riviera said, charging up to him angrily and was about to land a hard punch to his dark face if Thetis didn't step in on time.

"Riviera, calm down. Getting mad isn't going to get us anywhere. I'm sure there are other way out. We just need to think harder. C'mon, let's go to the library to see if we can cover anything Berwick missed. He needed a break after all."

With that, Thetis escorted Riviera out of the headquarter. I smiled gratefully at him as I watched the two of them disappear behind the door. It was just me, Vox and a very silent Duke left.

"I think you should go for a nap." Vox said as he took a seat next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder to pull me in his warm chest. I closed my eyes, thankful for the gesture but I was not quite ready to hit the hay like that. "We can explain the reason of your absence."

I shook my head. "No. I can work more. I'm not that tired."

It was a lie. I was indeed very tired. But of course I didn't want to worry Vox and had wished that I get to spend some time with him before I call it a day. Surprisingly, Duke seemed to know what I was thinking about as he urged Vox to take the day off to be with me.

Vox started to object, but Duke reminded him how much I needed his support right now as a boyfriend consider how the research in the past had been series of dead ends. He figured that I may need some encouragement from Vox. I marveled at Duke's high EQ. In the same time, I wondered why he chose to stay single.

While I was in my own thoughts, I heard Vox calling my name. I responded absentmindedly only to hear a small sigh from him. "You're out of it again. Are you sure you're not tired?"

"Vox," I begin. The lack of sleep had finally caught up to me as I snapped at him crabbily. "Stop worrying over something small like this. I'm not a baby, and I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I don't need assistance but thank you for the thought."

The minute the words came out of my mouth, I saw hurt flashed across Vox's face like a lightning, but it soon disappeared and he had changed to his signature calm smile. "Sorry about that. What would you like to do then?"

"Just leave me alone."

Feeling disappointed in myself and the thought that I had hurt Vox clouded my better judgement. I left a emotionless farewell before leaving the headquarter, ignoring Vox's attempt to stop me.

I wandered around, letting my feet take me to whenever I end up. Before I knew it, I was at the spot where Vox first confessed to me. The hill stood over a high place, overlooking the whole entire kingdom of Granadia. My eyes were wide with surprise and marvel as I never expected the place to be so beautiful during day time as it was during night time. I found a good shady spot and sat down with my knees pulled close to my chest. I wrapped my arms around my legs as I kept my eyes nailed to the scenery in front of me. But I wasn't there for long until I heard a voice behind me. One that I was way too familiar with.

"Care if I join you?"

I made no reply. The demon still made his way over to me, sat behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I know you wanted to be left alone. But I just wanted you to know that I care about you. And yes, there's that fear of losing you again. But I'll try better and not treat you like a baby. Will you forgive me?"

His voice soft against my ear, instantly calming me down. My shoulders relaxed as I let go of my knees and leaned backwards, against his shoulder. "And I have to apologize for snapping at you like that. I was exhausted and I couldn't think straight. I'm sorry."

He only wrapped his arms tighter around me as he buried his nose in my neck, breathing in my scent. "Don't worry. I'm not angry. I know."

I smiled softly and closed my eyes. Sleep finally caught up to me as my eyelids felt heavy. "I'm going to take a nap like this if you don't mind."

Vox responded with a muffled sound. I snuggled against him, tossed and turned my body until I found a comfortable spot in his arms before letting myself drift away into Dreamland.

It was late afternoon when I woke up. First thing I saw was a pair of strong arms around me. I smiled and looked up to see Vox sleeping peacefully leaned against the tree behind him. A few strands of his cerulean hair was in his face. I reached out a hand and brushed it away as I admired his handsome features. I was told that I had always looked feminine with my waist length hair and my delicate face. I didn't mind that. I was never offended by their comments. I took pride in being "beautiful", as they called it. I giggled, I remembered a time where demons mistakening me for a girl. I was 10 at the time.

"What's so funny?"

I pulled myself back from memory lane to see a very amused Vox looking at me with a teasing smile on his face. I blushed. "Oh, I was just looking at you and remembered a time where demons thought I was a girl. It was a long time ago of course."

Vox reached out a hand to play with my long hair before bringing a strand to his lips and kissed it. "Not going to lie, you are good-looking, and you do possess features like that of a young demon in her early 20s."

I rolled my eyes. "You're not the first one who told me that. Surprisingly, I don't take offense to being called 'beautiful'. I just got used to the teasing I suppose....."

I trailed off. Suddenly became aware with the fact that my family will probably not accept this relationship and will most likely not give their blessing if we do get married someday. Subconsciously, I felt a hand on my cheek. I pulled my train of memories back to the man in front of me.

"What's wrong, Berwick? You seemed troubled all of a sudden."

"What if my family don't agree with this relationship?" I begin, sounding separate. "I love you, and I cannot feel the same way toward any other demons. I had always and will always love you. It's impossible for me to deny my feelings of you...."

Vox gently kissed my forehead. "Berwick, my beloved. Don't worry about the future. Let's enjoy the present and let life do its thing. Life is like a current. If you swim upstream, you'll soon be tired and out of stamina. But if you learned to go with the flow, you'll be fine."

I nodded and closed my eyes, thankful that I had found such a caring and thoughtful boyfriend. Sure, he may not be romantic, but his love is silent. Only reserved for me. It made me feel special.

I smiled only to feel a pair of lips against mine. I returned the kiss and felt Vox's arms around me tighten. I moved a hand to his cheek and caressed it. He pulled away and held my hand to his. His amber eyes locked in gaze with mine. All of a sudden I felt emotional.

"Vox..... " I begin, but I had nothing to say. He only smiled and assured me with his own tender, gentle ways.

"Mhm. I'm here."

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It was dinner time when we made our way back to the castle. Thetis had cooked us quite a feast. Vox and I were the last to arrive as Duke was sitting at his usual seat waiting for Thetis to serve him while Riviera had already digged away at her own portion. Queen Juno was there as well, but she seemed lost in thought as she stared at the white tablecloth. I took a seat next to Vox and waited for Thetis to come to us with our plates of food.

Dinner was very good thanks to Thetis' hobby of culinary. However, Queen Juno didn't touch her food. Not even one bite. We all looked at each other wondering if she was okay until Vox gathered up his courage to speak. He was a dear friend to Queen Juno and she trusted him so it only made sense that he would be the one to pop the question.

"Ahem," he coughed. "Your highness, you seemed like you had lost an appetite today. Was Thetis' cooking not good enough to satisfy you?"

"Oh no!" She looked up and waved her hands in a frantic motion. "It's not him. In fact, it's very delicious. Thank you for the meal Thetis."

Thetis nodded but Vox didn't seemed happy that she had redirected his question. He didn't give up and tried again.

"You seemed troubled your highness. We are your knights and I believe you do owe us an explanation. Why do you seem so down?"

The Queen pushed away her food and stood up. Looking at all of us in the eyes, her crimson orbs dimmed in sadness. "I found out that all of you are trying to search for a way to cure me of the Cursed Blood. I am thankful, really. But I don't want to work you guys further and put the duty of protecting Granadia behind. I was just told by one of our soldiers patrolling the borders that someone in Granadia was trying to plot treason against us."

Then, her majesty's gaze turned to me. I had a sinking feeling inside. I kept telling myself that it was going to be fine, but reality proved me wrong.

"And apparently, the traitor is closer to your family, Berwick. I know it's hard to deal with old trauma with your own flesh and blood, but may I ask your hand in assisting us by acting as a double agent and infiltrate the enemy's database as a spy?" Her eyes pleading as they were filled with desperation. "I know I'm asking a lot. But it's the smallest way you can help me feel better aside of your effort to find a cure for the Cursed Blood."

Despite my own feelings, I placed my right hand over my heart. My eyes aflame with determination. "I swore on my heart that I will protect Granadia with all my life. If you need me, I will be right by your side without hesitation."

Her majesty smiled. Turning to Vox, she warned him solemnly. "And during this time, Vox. I need you to stay away from Berwick publicly as much as you possibly can. We don't want the plan being spoiled by letting Berwick being spotted with the captain of the Juno Templars. It will be very disadvantageous to our side."

Vox was about to object, but I squeezed his hand from under the table and mentioned for him to stay quiet. He nodded with a gravely expression. We were soon dismissed from the table. Riviera and Thetis went to take a walk in the woods. Duke hurried away to fill in for the night shift. Her majesty was called to deal with an important matter of the court. It was just me and Vox left sitting in the room. Servants were coming in to clean and collect the dirty dishes.

Vox still seemed to be stuck in his own train of thoughts. I didn't want to bother him so I told him that I'll be in my room if he needed me before leaving for my bed chamber.

I changed into my night clothes and was brushing out my tangled hair until I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to see a distraunt Vox standing outside. I let him in and as soon as I locked the door behind me, he wrapped me up in a tight hug. I hugged him back.

"What's wrong?" I asked, voice muffled in his chest. "You seemed awfully insecure tonight."

"I just don't want to lose you again." He replied. "Especially this time. Who knows how powerful our enemy is? Besides, if anything were to happen to you, I won't be there on time to save you like the last time."

I smiled and squeezed him in reassurance. "Don't worry. Consider my family is close to the traitor, he won't lay a hand on me unless he wanted to be burned to ashes. I think you forgot that your boyfriend here is the most powerful mage in all of Granadia."

I pulled back and grinned at him. My efforts of comforting him was not in vain as I saw a small smile escaping the corners of his mouth. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" He asked.

"Of course."

He left and came back shortly after a while with his own night clothes. Picking me up bridal styled, he laid me on the bed, switched out the light and snuggled me close to his chest.

My bed was facing the window and outside, the sky was clear and I could see Ursa Minor smiling brightly over us, its tail pointing at the north. I turned to see Vox sound asleep. I smiled. He forgot to say good night before he passed out. Maybe the day had been long, but I was thankful that I had someone so loving and protective like him as a boyfriend. I just hoped I could stay with him forever like this and never leave his side.

I gave his lips a small peck, tucked the blanket under his chin and snuggled into his chest. Smiling, I drifted off to sleep.

"Good night Vox, my beloved. See you in Dreamland."

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Author's Note

Done!!! Sorry for the late chapter update. I had fights with my own boyfriend and we almost came to a point of breaking up. So yeah, in the midst of my sadness, I didn't feel like writing so that's why I haven't been updating in the past two days. Sorry about that.

I decided to write my own experience into this because again, not all relationship are perfect and just because the partner don't say they love you doesn't mean they don't love you. You just haven't realized how they love you from your own point of view. That's all.

I don't want to rant on more on the topic of love because I could write a novel on such matter so yeah, let's move on lol. Hope you guys liked the little plot twist I added in this chapter. And next chapter will go back to the main plot, which is the canon side of the story. I hope you all are excited for that. I know I'm excited to write it!

I'm so thankful that you guys are still reading this up to this point. Really encouraged me to write more contents on this matter. Thank you all for your supports.

Special shout out to my good friend Flare-chan. I won't mention who she is for the sake of her confidentiality since I don't have her permission to reveal her identity. If you're reading this Flare-chan, thank you for being there supporting me through my pain and simp Berwick with me. It was fun and I dedicate this chapter for you. Thank you for everything and hugs to you!

Next chapter is on the way!

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Ed POV - 5.3

Izzy was true to his word about sticking to Ed like glue. He didn’t get a moment’s peace from breakfast (a disappointing plate of toast and a too-bitter coffee) right up until it was time to get changed for the show. Thank fuck Izzy hadn’t insisted on sharing a dressing room, but that was probably because he knew there was no window in Ed’s to climb out of.

Ed was left alone to get changed into the Blackbeard garb. The one-armed jacket was old and worn, but the leather was soft as butter and moulded to him now, starting out with a fresh set would be uncomfortable and take him forever to break in. He had a couple of sets of his stage outfit and they had taken long enough to break in as it was. He didn’t feel like starting over with a new set at his age. 

It was bad enough that the heat from the stage lights had him drenched in sweat every show and peeling himself out of the comfortable ensemble afterwards. He would not be doing the same thing with leather that was stiff and unyielding.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Fuck OFF, Izzy! I’m nearly ready, I just need to get my boots on.”

“It’s Anne.”

“Oh. Door’s unlocked.”

Anne swept in and shut the door behind her. She was working tonight, dressed in comfortable jeans and a t-shirt and he could see her phone clipped onto her belt. She took a seat on the couch, moving Ed’s nap blanket out of the way. He took it on every tour, but now it paled in comparison to the yellow knitted blanket at Stede’s house. Ed wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to sleep comfortably under it again when he knew that existed. “Just wanted to do a quick run-through of tonight’s plans.”

“Another run through? You’re as bad as Izzy.” Ed sat down at the vanity table and pulled on one of his boots. Stupid fucking buckles took forever to do up.

“Never compare me to Izzy Hands.” She pointed to the candy bowl Ed had set up on the vanity and he rolled his eyes and tossed her a handful of the lemon candies that were her favourite. She unwrapped one and popped it into her mouth, speaking around it. “I meant our plans for our backstage guests.”

“Oh.” Ed shrugged, feigning nonchalance as he focused his attention back on his boot. “The uzhe. Let them hang out with the band, then get security to escort them to just in front of the stage barriers to watch the show. Show finishes, they come backstage again for the after-party.”

“Got it all figured out, huh?” Anne drummed her fingers on the arm of the couch. “What about Stede? Any special treatment for him?”

“Well, he’ll have to watch the whole show from the wings. I don’t want to risk him fainting in the crowd again, plus we really don’t want anyone who attended the gig last week to recognise him.” Ed finished buckling one boot and moved on the other, hoping Anne hadn’t spotted his flushed cheeks. “Wouldn’t call that special treatment, just looking out for his safety.”

“Mhm, sure.” Anne’s teeth cracked down on the hard candy in her mouth with that horrible crunching sound that Ed hated and she knew Ed hated. “Gotta keep your boyfriend safe.”

“He isn’t–”

“Oh, don’t try to lie to me, Edward Teach. Just because the two of you haven’t had the proper discussion about it doesn’t mean it isn’t happening. It’s written all over your faces.” She pointed an accusing finger at him with a self-satisfied grin. “You like him, don’t you?”

“He’s my friend, of course I like–”

“No, not as a friend. You like like him.”

“Like like? How old are you, you absolute child?”

“Ed and Stede sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

“Oh, fuck off.” He pretended to have trouble fastening the buckle on his other boot so she couldn’t see the little smile on his face when she brought up kissing Stede. He hoped it would be a repeat event. He was more than happy to be Stede’s kissing practice. “We’re just friends.”

“Whatever.” She stood up and headed for the door. “By the way, your ‘friend’ has been waiting in the green room for the last ten minutes.”

Ed ignored her laughter as he pushed past her and charged out of his dressing room. Why had no one told him that Stede was here? Even though the green room was just at the end of the hall, it felt like it got further and further away with every step until he swung the door open at last.

And a mob was upon him.

“Huge fan, sir! Huge!” A man with dark curls and a somewhat chaotic smile had grabbed one of his leather-gloved hands and was shaking it enthusiastically.

Ed smiled and did his best to politely withdraw. “Well, that’s lovely, but you don’t need to say sir, alright? It’s just Blackbeard.”

“Yes, sir! Blackbeard sir!”

The man reached for his hand again and Ed carefully sidestepped him to come face to face with a blonde man with a crooked smile who also shook his hand. Seeing no other option, Ed made his way around the room shaking hands and giving introductions and yet he still hadn’t spotted Stede. He did recognise Lucius, however, and deduced that this group left waiting for him in the green room were Stede’s friends even if Stede was nowhere in sight.

He was going to kill Anne.

Irritated as he was that he had been tricked, Ed had to admit that he did actually like Stede’s friends once they’d calmed down and were able to talk to him like another human being and not some golden idol. He still saw the awe in the eyes of some, but they mostly settled down, although Lucius did keep getting a little close for comfort. Fortunately every time he did, he was pulled back by a bald man that Ed presumed was his boyfriend. Patrick or something he’d said his name was.

The conversation was pleasant, but nothing he wasn’t used to, with the usual gushing over his work that came with the territory. Even when the rest of the band came in, most of the attention was still on Ed, although Lucius had taken it upon himself to flirt with both Izzy and Fang, only one of whom was receptive to the advances.

Anne eventually popped her head around the door. “So sorry to interrupt, can I borrow Blackbeard for five minutes?”

“Make sure it is only five minutes.” Izzy snapped even as Ed ran for the door as quickly as was polite. “We’ve got a show starting soon.”

As soon as he was out of the green room, Ed stared daggers at his friend. “That wasn’t funny.”

“Oh, I think it was very funny.” She was already walking back down the hallway, still chuckling to herself as Ed debated if they could get another medic at short notice if this one disappeared. “And it proved my point that you’re into Stede.”

There was no point in denying it, not if Anne would keep coming up with ways to torture him until he admitted it. “Ok, fine, I’m into Stede.”

She stopped dead in the middle of the hallway and Ed smacked into her. He was about to chastise Anne for fucking around again, but noticed she was looking up at him with her mouth open. “Fuck’s sake, what now?”

“I knew it, I just didn’t think you’d admit it.” She shook her head, as if she needed a second to dispel the fog over her brain before she could carry on. “Wow. I’ve never known you to actually like someone before. Usually you just become an insufferable horny git, then you fuck them and get it out of your system. Then again, you haven’t fucked Stede yet so maybe you’ll get bored of him once you have.”

And even though she was one of his closest friends, Ed honestly felt like throttling Anne at that moment. “How fucking dare you. You think that he’s just the latest in a long line of interchangeable bedfellows? Someone for me to use, then get bored and discard? He’s not some desperate groupie, Anne, he actually likes me. The real me, not Blackbeard. He actually wants to spend time with me and make me breakfast and watch tv together and–”

He noticed the change in Anne’s expression and immediately groaned at the realisation that she’d fucking tricked him again. “I hate you so much.”

She shrugged. “Nah, you love me. Now come on, there’s a present in your dressing room.”

“I don’t trust anything you say now.” But he followed her anyway, watched with narrowed eyes as she gestured for him to step through the door. For all he knew, she’d booby-trapped his dressing room to drop custard on him when he stepped over the threshold. He did it tentatively, peering around for his so-called present, but found the dressing room the same as how he’d left it. “I don’t get it, there’s nothing here.”

But when he turned around, the door was closed and Anne was gone.

He sighed and went to grab a handful of sweets from the candy bowl, only to jump out of his skin when a familiar face appeared around the changing divider. “Hello stranger.”

“Stede!” Fuck, could he have sounded more like an excited kid? He could only see Stede’s face peering around the divider, but it was enough to make him giddy.

“Apologies for the theatrics. Anne’s idea, but we got a bit carried away.”

“Why are you behind the divider?”

“I made the mistake of telling her that I’d kept my outfit a secret from you and she insisted I do a whole reveal.” His cheeks were a little pink, but otherwise he looked happy about it. “I thought it sounded like fun, but I do think I might be overexaggerating it. It really isn’t that special.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Ed took a few steps back to allow Stede the space he needed to emerge with any kind of dramatic flourish that he pleased. “You’ve teased for long enough, let me see it.”

Stede stepped out from behind the divider and suddenly Ed had a better understanding of the man than he’d had in the entirety of the short period they’d known one another.

One look at Stede and he felt like he was going to faint.

He was wearing leather. In typical Stede fashion, it looked like expensive designer leather that he was wearing for the first time but fuck it was working for him. Ed had said in his kitchen that he’d thought Stede would suit it and he was right. The shiny black leather jacket would have been enough, but no, of course Stede was trying to give him a heart attack and wearing leather pants as well. 

Very tightly fitted leather pants that followed every contour of his shapely legs like they were painted on. Stede did a little twirl with his arms outstretched and Ed was graced with both the front and back view. “What do you think? Surprised?”

His mouth suddenly felt very dry and he understood why Anne had closed the door. It really was taking all of his control not to leap on Stede and test if his leather could hold against Ed’s teeth.

“I know I can’t hold a candle to you when it comes to wearing leather, but you mentioned wanting to see me in it and I figured there was no better time than one of your concerts when half your fans are dressed like this anyway.”

This was unfair. This was downright cruel. How dare he wear something as incredibly hot as that and then have the audacity to make it adorable by showing he had remembered what Ed had said to him. Not only remembered it, but acted upon it.

“Ed?”

Fuck, he was staring without saying anything. “Looks good, mate. I was right, it does suit you.”

His cheeks turned that sweet shade of pink again. “You wore the amethyst suit for me, thought it only fitting I return the favour.”

Please stop being so sweet, I have a show to do and it’s going to be impossible .

Fuck the show. He could just cancel it again and spend all night here with Stede.

Could have done, if he’d had the sense to lock the door, but instead Izzy came barrelling through without knocking, as was his trademark. “Can you hurry the fuck up, we’re on stage in ten.” He paused to look Stede up and down. “Isn’t that the fainting guy?”

“I prefer Stede.”

He’d made the quip before Ed could, but Izzy kept the distasteful look upon his face. Izzy never liked it when people had a backbone around him, he preferred it when they either quaked in fear or were a nervous wreck. “You’d better not collapse again because we’re not stopping the show for you this time.”

“I’ll be watching from the wings, I’m told. Safer that way. Anne said she’ll stay with me just in case.”

Izzy gave a grunt that suggested he didn’t care what Stede did as long as he was out of the way, then turned his attention back to Ed. “Come on then.”

“Just going to escort Stede to where he’s watching the show from and I’ll be right with you.”

Izzy’s mouth twisted into a snarl, but he didn’t argue. “Just be with the rest of us and ready to go on in the next five minutes. You take any longer and I will come and find you to drag you onstage myself.” 

Izzy slammed the door closed behind him in a somewhat pointless effect and Stede whistled. “Nasty little thing, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, but he’s got a point. Much as I’d like to stay, I have to be onstage soon.” He opened the door again and waved for Stede to follow him. 

Their walk was silent save for the squeaking of Stede’s leather that hadn’t been worn in yet. Ed didn’t want to laugh but Stede was the first to go, letting out a snort at the ridiculous sounds his clothes were making just walking up the hallway. “I didn’t think this through.”

“No one ever does. It won’t be so bad once you’ve worn it in a bit, got it contoured to your shape.” How that leather was going to mould itself any tighter against Stede’s body, Ed had no idea, but he looked forward to seeing it.

Anne was waiting to guide Stede into place in the wings and the two of them were faced with the prospect of parting ways for now. “Well then,” Stede said. “Best of luck.”

“People usually say break a leg.”

Stede’s nose wrinkled adorably in distaste. “Why would I say that, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Ed tried not to read too much into it. “Just tradition, I dunno.”

“Do you want me to say it?”

“You can say whatever you like.”

“In that case,” Stede suddenly pulled him into a hug, the leather of their jackets squeaking against each other as Ed found himself gripped tightly. He hadn’t been nervous before a show in years, and yet the gesture was comforting. Maybe that was just Stede, able to soothe nerves that didn’t exist. “You’re going to befantastic .”

And that made him feel something. 

Stede pulled away too soon, giving him a little wave and not noticing Anne’s smirk in Ed’s direction as he left to get into position with the rest of his band.

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